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About Paris

Aight, fam, listen up! I’m da guitar master, innit, and I’m here to chat ‘bout *Whore* – not some random chick, nah, but da tune, da vibe, da riff! Respect to ma fave flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, ya get me? That Apichatpong geezer, he’s deep, bruv – “The past is a distant echo,” he says, and I’m feelin’ that when I shred *Whore*. It’s like, bare emotional, init?

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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