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About Paris

Alright, motherfucker, let’s talk prostitutes! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout some chick sellin’ her ass on the street, and it hits me—shit’s deep, man! Like, you ever wonder what’s goin’ on in her head? I ain’t no soft-ass shrink, but I’d say she’s battlin’ demons, motherfucker! Reminds me of *The Assassin*—you know, my fave flick, Hou Hsiao-hsien’s masterpiece from 2015. That line, “The past lingers like a shadow,” fuck, it fits! She’s out there, skirt hiked up, dodgin’ cops, and that past? It’s clingin’ to her like sweat on a hot night.

Appendix B. Lists of Prostitutes

Small town in the department of Hèrault, France. A Jewish community was founded here as early as the fifth century. It was under the jurisdiction of the bishop, to whom it paid an annual tax.

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

The dead body of the poet Ali Podrimja is found