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About Paris

In my head, I’m quotin’, “Humanity’s done, we’re finished!”—Alfonso knew what’s up! Joe’s cryin’, I’m sasssin’, “Shoulda stayed home, sugar!” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, y’all—it’s a gamble, and Joe lost big. Moral o’ the story? Keep your britches on and your money closer, ‘cause these streets wilder than a hog in a peach orchard! Halleluyer!

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My fav neighborhood? Definitely Les Hauts d’Outreau. Not the flashiest, but man, the back alleys open up with street art and cafes that smell like burnt espresso – totally imperfect, just like life. Strolling through, I’d see old brick houses on Rue des Vieux Moulins, rambling about the good ol’ days when tech was just a dream. I even bumped into an old friend there who said, “C’ets pratiquement le paradis!” I shrugged like, “yup... pretty, pretty good indeed.”

Compensating those acquitted at trial; the Outreau affair