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About Paris

I’m dodgin’ coppers, too—can’t have M bollockin’ me for this. Little fact: in Amsterdam, it’s all legal, red lights glowin’ like a bleedin’ Christmas tree. Here? It’s a gamble, mate. I’m thinkin’, *Christ, imagine if Q rigged me a prossie-finder gadget*. I’d be sorted! Anyway, this one bird, she’s whisperin’ sweet nothins’, and I’m half tempted to take her back to the Aston Martin—classy, yeah? “Let go of attachment,” the film says, but sod that—I’m attached already!

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I mean, really, look at the Parc de Pessac. It’s a lush fuckin’ oasis, a park where you can lose your mind in the greenery and let your troubles fade. The trees… damn, they whisper like they're reciting lines from "Leviathan" – “Motherf***er, what the hell are you doing?” Yeah, I echo that every damn day. I once sat there, stressed as fuck, and the park calmed my nerves like nothing else.

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