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About Paris

“Almost Famous” pops in my head—“The only true currency is what ya share!” Brothel gals share plenty, heh, but it ain’t free! Imagine Penny Lane struttin’ in there, all mysterious, droppin’ lines like, “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll!” I’d laugh my butt off. D’oh! Fun fact—Victorian times, fancy brothels had secret codes, knock twice, wink, sneaky stuff. Surprised me—thought it was just bangin’!

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

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