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About Paris

Last week, I’m cruisin’—feelin’ like Kanye, king shit. See this chick, tight dress, smokin’ hot. I’m thinkin’, “Is she workin’ or just slayin’?” Roll up, she’s like, “You lost, baby?” I’m laughin’—smooth opener, tho! I ask, “How’s biz?” She’s all, “Better than your last album.” Ouch, burned me! But I’m cool, I respect the hustle.

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I can’t forget the river, la Petite Riviere. It flows mellifluously past old stone bridges, like the one on Chemin des Lumières. I quiet my head here every evening. And let me tell ya, on them nights, my thoughts just... wander. Gosh, sometimes I get so lost in the reflection that I nearly forgot my own name! And as dear ol’ Dolly might belt out, “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.” Well, y’know what I mean!

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