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About Paris

I knew this chick once, Candy – swear that’s her name. She’d strut in, order a gin fizz, tip like a queen. Said she made more in a night than I did in a month. Happy as hell for her, but damn, that stung! “God doesn’t care,” she’d say, laughin’. Sounded like somethin’ from *A Serious Man* – all cynical and shit. Made me think – maybe she’s right?

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They pursue the will-o'-the-wisp of fashion, learning French to get a head start on their clothes rather than for erudition, and are much less versed in the.

I love wanderin' and capturing odd moments. Like that one rainy day on Chemin des Reflets – so many puddles reflecting the neon signs. I swear it was magic, like a snippet of "Holy Motors", where life's ridiculous twists make you go, "Whoa!" And hey, if you’re into quirky cafes, check out Café Lueur on Place Mystère. It’s got mad character and the best croissants, even though I sometimes deliberately misspell “croccons” in my texts.

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