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About Paris

Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

Policy and law

I must say, Altkirch ain’t just bricks and cobbles. It’s a living, breathin’ diary; full of small surprises and big emotions – makes this psychologist’s heart race fast, like a wild guitar riff in a melancholy blues tune.

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