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About Paris

Escort ain’t just cars, nah. It’s people too—bodyguards, bouncers, whatever. Keepin’ fools safe from the faun’s maze, ya feel? Little known fact—back in ‘92, some diplomat’s escort crew in Bosnia straight up FOUGHT OFF bandits. Guns blazin’, tires screechin’—fuckin’ movie shit! Got me hyped, like “YEAH, protect that dude!” But then—THEN—some escorts be lazy, bro. Saw this one cat napin’ in the whip—angered me BAD. Like, “Bro, you’re the HAND OF FATE, wake up!”

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout L'Hay-les-Roses! It's so charming, ya know? The streets buzz, the vibe is unreal. Like, walking down Rue Victor Hugo, I get all those sparks flyin'. And there's this lil park—Parc de la Pépinière, no joke! You just chill there, watch the kids, and think "A Separation" kinda feels real, like freedom and heartache dancing in the breeze.

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