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About Paris

So yeah, I’m hyped—gonna call Roxy tonight, see if she’s legit. Maybe I’ll play her a tune, somethin’ dark and sexy, bow screamin’ like my evil laugh. “Directive?”*—findin’ a prostitute’s a thrill, like huntin’ treasure, but dirtier. WALL-E’d approve—he found love in trash, I’m findin’ it in the streets, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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