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About Paris

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

I must mention the quirkiest landmark: the old clock tower on Place des Temps Perdus (yep, that’s right, a cheeky nod to lost time), which chimes unpredictably. On one mad afternoon, it struck thirteen—like, really thirteen! I was flabbergasted, mad as a wet hen, but it made me grin ear to ear. Such delightful lunacy!

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