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About Paris

So, check it—I knew this one escort, right? Total badass, called her “Coco.” She’d roll up smellin’ like Chanel, hair poppin’, nails sharp enough to cut glass. She told me once, “Baby, I’m the chef of this hustle!” Straight up Ratatouille vibes—mixin’ ingredients nobody else dares touch. Made me laugh so hard I snorted—her clients? Big shots, CEOs, even a dude who owned a vineyard! She’d wink and say, “I’m their little secret sauce.” Got me thinkin’, damn, she’s out here livin’—not just survivin’.

Les massages

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First off, I grab my coffee at this cute little café on Rue de la République. The barista, bless her heart, totally messed up my order. I mean, how hard is it to make a cappuccino? I’m standing there, waiting, and she hands me a black coffee. Ugh! I’m like, “No, no, no! I need foam, lady!” But whatever, I chugged it anyway. Caffeine is life, am I right?

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