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About Paris

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

Oh, and those side alleys! Dude, they hide treasures like tiny cafes and vintage boutiques. I once found a secret massage parlor on Rue de l'Eglise. Yeah, I walked right by it sometimes. It gives me that secret agent vibe, like "Every minute counts, bitches!" (Memento style, remember?)

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