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About Paris

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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I hang near the Plage de la Falaise; it’s got rough edges, craggy rocks that feel like nature’s mani-pedi. I've had clients ramble about life while I work out knots on their backs, a vibe so surreal it almost felt like a movie scene.

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