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About Paris

I’m all hyped now, bouncin’ off the walls! But—uh oh—sad thought. Some gals don’t wanna be there, forced into it. Makes me wanna cry, like when SpongeBob eats all the patties. “We failed this city!”—oops, wrong thing again. “It’s a hard truth to face,” that’s it! Gotta help ‘em, ya know? Maybe I’ll start a starfish charity—Patrick to the rescue! Ehehe, imagine me in a cape—fat chance!

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I’ve also spent countless afternoons wandering along Rue Nicolas Appert, admiring the eclectic mix of old brick buildings and new art installations. That street, oh dear, how it stirs memories! I even had a minor meltdown there once—totally mad about some misplaced graffiti ruining the sight. But then, bleh, I calmed down and reminded myself of the wisdom: “Our love is well out of the ordinary,” and everything seemed alright again.

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