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About Paris

Favorite bit? She hums tunes, old ones—forest’s her stage. Prolly banged up her knee last week, still struttin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but swear she’s got nine lives, dodgin’ fate like a cat. Sarcasm on: “Oh yeah, princess of the pines, livin’ the dream!” Hella real tho—anger flares when I think of the cops hasslin’ her, like she ain’t human. “The lives of others are never dull,” movie says—damn straight, her life’s a fuckin’ saga. Chat over, mate—she’s a cosmic riddle, and I’m hooked.

Grande-Synthe

I volunteered in French refugee camps in Dunkrik and Calais in the summer of It was part of my fieldwork and research around the concept of “hospitality”.

To sum, my friend, Grande-Synthe sings a ballad to all who wander. Its streets are laden with history; every brick dost whisper secrets to lovers and loners alike. Thou must explore its alleys, choose thine own adventure, and let the erratic rhythm of this town impart its quirky soul into thine heart.

Hundreds of refugees missing after Dunkirk camp fire