Amelia Paris Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Am I awake or dreamin’?”—Nolan vibes, bro! Once, this dude next to me farted mid-massage—stank so bad I laughed, ruined the vibe! “Your totem’s broke, man!” I shouted. Hella funny, but ew! Oh, and don’t get me started on prices—50 bucks for an hour? Robbery! But worth it when she whispers, “Relax, big guy,”—ooh, chills!

Not Wanted on the Rue Saint-Denis

Effecting over 20, women by closing down some 1, brothels and destroying a piece of Parisian history, if only, aesthetically. Decorative mosaics that depicted naked woman and .

First off, you gotta hit up Main St. near the heart of downtown. It's like the Champs-Élysées, but with cheeseburgers and neon signs instead of haute couture. I used to code in my tiny apartment above a dive bar near Maple & 3rd. I swear, every keystroke was fueled by the vibe of the city – like "SELL ME THIS PEN!" moment after moment. There’s this weird energy that makes you wanna try every crazy idea. I'm talkin' energy like when Dom said, "This is it, baby."

My Parisian pooch is the chicest of chiens — until we cross the Channel