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About Paris

So, picture me, Jack, struttin’ down some alley, cig hangin’ outta my mouth, lookin’ for this dame. I spot her—legs for days, eyes sharp like No-Face sizin’ me up. “Hey, honey,” I growl, “you lost, or you found me?” She smirks, says somethin’ slick—prolly thinks I’m a nutcase. Makes me laugh, y’know? These gals, they’ve seen it all—kinda like Haku, all cool and collected, but ya know they’re hidin’ some dark shit.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I’m runnin’ this dating site, so I see all the bizarre, cringey and beautiful moments in human lovin’. Fondettes influences my work big time. It’s like every awkward coffee shop conversation here becomes an epic profile detail. Suddenly, loneliness turns into art—“pretty, pretty good”, as they say.

Reflections of vitality. Swimming pool complex in Fondettes by Dominique Coulon & associés