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About Paris

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

Yo, wassup my friend, lemme spill some real talk 'bout Conde-sur-l'Escaut. Bro, this city is somethin' else, ya know? It's that chill town tucked in Nord, France. I been here long, so trust me when I say every street’s got a vibe, kinda like those dream layers in Inception, indeedy! YOLO, right?

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris