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About Paris

Oh, and typos—gdamn, my fingers are drunk—prolly missed 18 already. Whatever, keeps it real! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s raw, messy, human. Some nights I’m pissed—seein’ the sad ones breaks me. Other times, I’m cacklin’—it’s absurd, wild, like a movie scene. “Talk to her, Jack,” I mutter—hah, if only they’d talk back!

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Then, outta nowhere, this lady starts yellin’. Turns out, she’s lost her dog. I mean, it’s a small town, how do you lose a dog? But I get it. I’d be freakin’ out too. So, I help her look around Rue de l’Église. No luck. But I did find a cat. Close enough, right?

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