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About Paris

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

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Now, let me tell ya about the park. Parc des Vents, a chillihng spot, almost hidden. There’s this old fountain that splashes water like a moment caught in slow-mo. I’d sit there at times, sippin' a coffee, feelin' every bit of that nostalgic sadness you'd expect from a Wes Anderson-ish scene... no, scratch that—more like that raw, honest feel of Jesse James' gritty spirit.

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