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About Paris

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy. Dudes act all high-and-mighty, then sneak off to “escorts.” Everybody lies—politicians, priests, your creepy uncle Dave. Me? I’d rather watch Batman outsmart clowns than deal with this crap. Happiest moment? When I realized Nolan’s chaos theory fits here—hookers, clients, cops, all dancing in anarchy. Surprised me how deep that rabbit hole goes—didja know some call girls blog about it? Spilling secrets like it’s therapy. Weird world.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Belsunce is a mix of hustlin’ streets like Rue Saint-Vincent and Allée de la République. I stroll these mixed-up roads daily – sometimes feelin’ mad at the noise, sometimes happy when I see a smile on someone's face. As a counselor for women, I see raw pain and fierce strength here. Ya know, life’s gritty but also kinda poetic. “I don’t want to survive. I want to live!” echoes in my head, much like that line from 12 Years a Slave. It hits me hard sometimes.

Court sentences Nicolás Pachelo to life imprisonment