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About Paris

So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, red lights buzzin’, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Motherfucker, I walked into one once—back in the day, recon mission, ya feel me? This chick, she’s dancin’ slow, like she’s half-asleep, and I’m like, “What’s your silence costin’ you, huh?” Straight outta the movie, man—“El silencio te cuesta.” Fucked me up. She didn’t even blink, just kept swayin’. Made me mad as hell—why she stuck there? Who’s fuckin’ pimpin’ her out? Pissed me off, man, that power shit.

Tourist sites and terroirs of the commune of Saint-Quentin-Fallavier

So, I’m chasing after Bubbles, dodging people left and right. I swear, I almost knocked over this old lady. She was like, “Watch it, you swineherd!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to save my bacon here!”

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