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About Paris

I’m sweatin’, not from heat—nerves. “Every step you take is a gamble,” Bigelow’d say. I’m gamblin’ here, fam. What if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? Paranoid as fuck, but I’m in. We talk, she’s like, “No weird shit.” I’m like, “Girl, I jump into fires, I’m good.” She smirks—rare win. Happy as hell, I’m thinkin’, “I’m the man.”

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I may be clumsy and scatter my words (err, im not perfect, ya kno?) but Calvi has that magic. Each corner, each battered stone, each late-night giggle with locals… it’s all real, all raw. Man, I've had days so epic here I nearly burst laughin' (mumbling "Certified Copy, man... certified copy!")

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