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About Paris

Oh, and the oils—lavender’s my jam. Smells like victory, calms my evil soul. But once—ugh—some git used cheap stuff, stank like wet socks. Nearly flipped a table, I was ragin’. Still, when it’s good? Heaven, bruv. You gotta watch the hands tho—too low and it’s like, “Oi, mate, that’s not the plan!” Funny as hell when it goes wrong, but awkward too. Ever laughed mid-massage? I have—looks mental.

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Ever trek down Rue des Fleurs? Man, that street is a riot. Crazy little cafes, art murals—bam!—pop culture madness! Sometimes I get mad—oh man, it's too loud. But sometimes, soothes ya. I mean… life in PJurancon (fr)… it's like a blast of jazz, sporadic yet smooth.

Sainsbury's drinks aisle contains the 'best kept secret' in wine for just £10