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About Paris

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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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