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About Paris

Little known fact—back in Victorian days, prossies had secret codes, tappin’ on windows to signal punters. Clever sods! Made me chuffed—history’s wild, innit? Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s laughin’—got a gob like a sailor, swearin’ worse than me after a scotch too many. Made me angry tho, some twat kept buttin’ in, tryin’ to nick her off me—like, mate, sod off, I ain’t sharin’!

Then ya got the local park, Parc de la Concorde. Yo, I'm telling ya, that place is my go-to after a long day. Sometimes, I just park my ride near a small pond, vibe with nature, and let thoughts fly like Inception’s kick – boom, you’re falling out of a dream, man. Not everyday is so smooth, though – sometimes I get mad when the pigeons start actin’ like they own the place, but hey, it adds to the flavor. Lol, c’mon, YOLO!

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris