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About Paris

Oh, oh! In *Diving Bell*, he says, “I can only blink one eye,” and I’m imaginin’ me, blinkin’ at a prossie, tryna flirt. “Hey, babe, one blink means yes!” She’d laugh or slap me—prolly both! But real talk, it’s wild how they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Amsterdam, they got windows—WINDOW SHOPPING FOR HOOKERS! Blew my tiny brain. Happiest day ever thinkin’ bout that—capitalism, baby!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque