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About Paris

Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

Tourism, holidays & weekends guide in the Gironde

I luv this city messy, raw... spontaneous. Streets like Rue Chaotique remind me that nothing ever stays perfect. Just like in "There Will Be Blood" – the city’s beauty is raw and brutal sometimes. I got so many memories here, so many random moments of pure life.

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