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About Paris

Oh, funny ting—dis one whore, Svetlana, she told me she faked it so good, her john tought he was Casanova! I was dyin’, laughin’ like a hyena, but den—boom—sadness hit. She’s actin’, like Mason actin’ tough for his dad. Life’s a stage, eh? She probs got a kid somewhere, hopin’ she don’t end up same way.

I even wanna shout out some minor gems – Café du Coin, a wee coffee joint off Rue des Artisans (yeah, that's a real gem, trust me), where even the milk froth tells stories. Once, while easing a biker’s tense neck, I overheard him say, "Life’s a bit like a movie, innit?" That moment was pure magic.

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