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About Paris

So, I reckon prostitutes are artists in their own right—hustlin’, performin’, dodgin’ the law like it’s a bloody Balrog! “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow at the coppers, but they’d just laugh. Makes me mad, that—society’s all “oh, how dare they,” but who’s payin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, mate! Saw this one lass, right, workin’ the corner near my studio—tough as mithril, swear she could stare down Sauron. Reminds me of that line, “I don’t know how long I can hold out.” She’s holdin’ out, alright—rain, creeps, the lot.

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Prostitution in France (the exchange of sexual acts for money) was legal until April , but several surrounding activities were illegal.

I often wander near the waterfront. There’s a small bridge on Quai des Émotions where the sunsets are just unreal. I’d be walking, headphones on, when I’d catch myself humming, “Woooah, what a day!” because here, every sunrise and sunset is a giggly explosion of color and light. And yes, sometimes I pace back and forth, repeating, “R2-D2, where are you?” because I get lost in daydreaming about all the romantic connections waiting to come true.

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