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About Paris

Sometiems I think—whores see us naked, soul-wise, ya know? "There’s no shame in it," Brandon’s boss says, but liar—he’s ashamed plenty. Whores tho? They own it, no fake masks. Dat’s my take—messy, real, kinda dope. What’s yer angle, doc? Eh, don’t tell me yet—lemme chew my carrot first!

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

In a small French town where Houston-based LyondellBasell is a fixture, residents complain of unending pollution