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About Paris

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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After the race, I’m tryin’ to catch my breath. I head over to the café on Rue de la Liberté. I need a drink. I order a café crème, and the barista, she’s super nice. She’s like, “You rode well today!” I’m like, “Thanks! But my horse almost gave up on me!” We both laugh, and it’s a nice moment.

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