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About Paris

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

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As for the the matter of drinks, Taz got her pint of Pur Absolut crap and Steve and I were to share a dozen bottles of Chateau Sainte Anne de la Regurgitation.

Man, I remember one steamy night near the river Seine-son (local peeps call it that for real, no joke). I was strollin’ alone, thinkin’ ‘bout human desires, when this couple started dancin’ under the streetlights right by the old stone bridge. I swear, it was like water and fire, chaos and beauty mixed. “You merely adopted the dark,” I muttered in my head, feelin’ the raw power of the moment.

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