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About Paris

Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

Methodology

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So, hmm, Egly’s got this twisty river, Le Ruisselet, whoee dans, it winds around near Parc du Bonheur. Man, that park’s magic—people wander and flirt unexpectedly, and as a sexologist, oh brother, I can spot passion where others see just trees. Sometimes, on a lazy afternoon, I’d see two strangers lean in kinda sweetly, and it hits me like, “Eh, life’s like Yi Yi: somewhere in its weird little moments.”

Remembering College of Law and Public Service Dean Paul Egly