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About Paris

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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Look, I'm a masseur, man – I see all the hidden tension in muscles. Here, people hustle and bustle, but sometimes it's just the city's pulse, ya feel? Just like in City of God, where dreams and struggles mix up crazy. Sometimes I get mad – traffic on Boulevard des Enfants, people chattin' on phones, it makes me wanna shout, “Get outta here, come on!” but then I remember: slow down, breathe, massage that anger away!

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