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About Paris

Ruh-roh, tho—cops showed up! Had to skedaddle, tail between my legs, yellin’, “ZOINKS, I’m no john!” Barely made it, hid in an alley, heart poundin’ like drums in that movie. “The sky is endless,” Malick’d say, but my luck? Finite, man! Still, kinda fun—Scooby-Doo sniffin’ out the underworld, huh? Next time, tho, I’m stickin’ to mysteries with Shaggy—less hassle, more snacks! What a trip, dude—findin’ a prostitute’s wilder than wrestlin’ a werewolf!

City of Dompierre-sur-Mer

Now, lemme spill a secret. There’s a tiny alley off Rue des Fleurs where the locals hide away, it’s like a magical nook I discovered on a slow Tuesday. I always feel that extra tickle of mystery there. I sometimes joke it’s my “oldboy hideout.” Y’all, just like in my fav flick, I’m always on that quest for truth and a killer massage technique, hehe!

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