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About Paris

Humor? Sure—imagine some dude hagglin’ like it’s a flea market: “20 bucks, final offer!” She’d laugh in his face, “Boy, this ain’t Goodwill!” Sarcasm’s my jam—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a gamble, and I’m bettin’ you’ll lose your shirt. Personal quirk? I’d probly overthink it, like, “Is she judgin’ me? Am I judgin’ her?”—then I’d trip over my own feet, classic me.

Luisant Folkwisdom

Neighborhoods? There's Le Vieux Coin – ancient, charming, and a bit mad, full of crumbling art deco facades and spontaneous street shows. I once got mad at a stray cat that walked over my notes, but then laughed at how it owned the place. Not a bad life lesson, right?

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