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About Paris

I must break you—with real talk, see? Brothels got layers, like a fight. Up front, it’s all laughs—guys braggin’, “I scored, champ!” But dig deeper, it’s dark—like *White Ribbon* dark. “What binds us together is guilt,” that movie says, and shit, ain’t that the truth here? Dudes payin’ for a thrill, leavin’ with shame—or worse, nothin’ at all. I knew this one cat, swore he’d never go back, but next week? Boom, he’s there, wallet out, eyes glassy.

Picasso and the Women’s Prison of Saint-Lazare

After my impromptu concert, I’m feelin’ on top of the world. I head over to Boulevard Haussmann, lookin’ for some street food. I find this food truck servin’ the best crepes. I order one, and the guy behind the counter is super chill. We start talkin’ about music, and he tells me he used to play in a band. I’m like, “No way! What happened?” Turns out, he got a “real job.” Ugh, the struggle is real, man.

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