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I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

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I spent many a night at Parc des Impressionnistes, where I’d rant 'bout life's madness – love, heartbreak, and all that jazz. The trees there remind me of the colorful chaos from Lars von Trier’s visions. I was thinkin’ "everything is awesome until it's not" – then BOOM! A mood shift, just like that damn film! And, I gotta confess, sometimes I get mad at the potholes on Rue Bengt – they nearly cost me me boot! Arr, my temper can be as stormy as a sea in a hurricane!

Easter 2025: the search for eggs at Palomano, Clichy's favorite children's spot