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About Paris

Downside? Ghostin’. Hate that shit. Met this gal, banged twice, then poof. Gone. Felt like that kid in the movie, abandoned as fuck. “You’re not my father!”—screamin’ in my head. Still, surprises keep me hooked. Once matched a chick who fucked on first dates only. No second round, ever. Weird rule, but damn, respect. Sex-dating’s a gamble, bro. Sometimes ya win, sometimes ya jerk off alone.

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And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Véronique Vendell