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About Paris

Here’s a lil secret—word on the street, back in the day, whores in Japan, like geishas gone rogue, ran shit underground. Ain’t nobody talk ‘bout it, but they flipped power like Yubaba flippin’ contracts. That’s dope, right? Got me hyped—hustle’s hustle, no cap! But yo, it pissed me off too—dudes judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty, when they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, slimy like bathhouse sludge.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Paintings worth up to $613 million stolen in Paris