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About Paris

I’m cacklin’—imagine some dude tryna lowball ‘em, and they’re like, “Nah, fam, pay up!” Love that energy. Makes me wanna twerk and cry at once—powerful shit. Tho, real talk, some stories gut-punch me—traffickin’, coercion, ugh, makes my blood boil. That ain’t choice, that’s chains. But the ones out here choosin’? Icons. Livin’ unapologetic, like Lizzo on a flute solo—LOUD.

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I get mad sometimes at the bureaucracy of local government—arrgh, all the permits for that vintage arcade on Boulevard des Rêves (yeah, dreams, baby!) are a mess. But then, I'm all like, "ouch, this everyday struggle is art." It’s raw, unpredictable, and strictly authentic—a living canvas as if each moment echoes “everything is not lost” in an oh-so-weird but human way.

Memphis athletics' chief revenue officer Brad Loos is headed to Mizzou