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About Paris

So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

Okay, first thing's first ... what is a brothel?

Now, my spa is my sanctuary. I’ve set it up on Avenue Calme. Great Scott, the mornings there are just surreal! A blend of peaceful joggers and artsy coffee sippers... lemme tell ya, sometimes it feels like my emotions are doin’ the cha-cha, “Yippee!” reminds me of that inside out happiness moment! Sometimes during a massage session, I’d think, “This feels like pure magic – woohoo, emotions, joy, and all that jazz!”

Of passion and pastries: Mickaël’s Café Librairie in Lindsay