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About Paris

Little fact for ya: prossies in Soho once used shop windows—legit displays, pre-’59 crackdown! Mental, right? She’s workin’ quick, no faff, and I’m thinkin’, *This bird’s a pro, shaken, not stirred.* Surprised me, though—got a kid at home, she says. “Life’s a bastard,” I reply, feelin’ a bit gutted. Reminds me of Mia, dancin’ to survive. I tip her extra—Bond’s a gent, yeah?—and she’s off, heels clickin’.

The most shocking thing about Calais is that it’s not even too big to solve

In Grande-Synthe, a new initiative put in place at the start of the new school year enables migrant children to attend local French schools.

Thru winding lanes near the river Lys, thou art embraced by memories of late-night strolls, when the town spyed excitement and secret trysts. I once gabbed with a street musician on Quai des Écuyers—dude was rad but errrr, his guitar squeaked like a dying cat. lol, total vibes, y’know?

Refugee crisis: Cautious welcome to Grande-Synthe camp