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About Paris

Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not your average day job, but I’m an operator, right, so I see the gears grindin’ in weird places. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got torque—spins fast, cuts deep, like a plasma cutter through steel. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick’s my jam—Anton Chigurh, cold as a Tesla battery pack on Mars, y’know? “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—imagine askin’ a whore that, ha! Dark humor, mate, gotta laugh or you’re toast.

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There’s this odd vibe round the old quarter – little cobblestorets and alleys where time seems to freeze. Sometimes I pause near the tiny café on Place de l’Église (yeah, that’s a cool name, right?) and sip my espresso. But then, outta nowhere, I hear some rambling like "Inside Llewyn Davis" lines echoing in my head, like “What’s the point, man?”—just a moment of soulful confusion, ya know?

Photos: Sylvia at Melbourne Civic Theatre