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About Paris

So, *whore*, man, it’s a trip! Makes me think of those hidden tapes in *Caché* – “You see anything strange?” – ‘cause it’s sneaky, ya know? Sneaks into yer life, like some shadow creepin’ round the corner. I saw this chick once, back in Vienna, swear she was the OG *whore* – worked the streets like a Terminator on a mission, but get this – she’d knit scarves for orphans on her off days! Blew my mind, ja? Didn’t expect that from a *whore*, right? Shows ya, even the grimiest got layers, like a damn onion or somethin’.

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La police a démantelé un réseau de prostitution qui sévissait dans des logements chartrains. Les femmes contactaient les clients sur Internet. Un homme et trois femmes.

The vibe is super chill here – parks let me unwind. There’s Parc André Malraux, which is my go-to spot to recharge. I sit there, watch the clouds, and think about all them hidden moments. Sometimes, the park bench feels like a portal to another time, almost like that movie said, "There is more present in your heart than in your mind." Whoa, right?

The Voice of Chartres: Malcolm Miller illumines the Gothic jewel.