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About Paris

So – picture this. Downtown. Neon lights – buzzin’. This chick – she’s out there. Skirt so short – it’s a rumor. Heels clackin’ – like gunshots. I saw her once – swear it. Face painted up – like a doll. But her eyes? Dead. Cold. Like – “Look at all this fuckin’ candy!” – but the candy’s rotten. Made me sad – real sad. She’s somebody’s kid – y’know?

Then, I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Rue de l'Isle. He’s shredding on a guitar, and I’m like, “Man, I gotta step up my game!” I stop to watch, and he’s got this crowd vibin’. I’m clapping, feeling all inspired, when suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freaked out! Like, “Get off me, dude!” Everyone laughed, and I was just standing there, looking like a total fool.

Umukuru wa France Emmanuel Macron yakubiswe ikofe mu maso