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About Paris

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

True, things ain't always perfect. I get pissed off sometimes when it rains, slippin' on those slick stone pathways. But then, man, the smell after rain is like fresh hope – a real pick-me-up. I often think, life here is a patchwork of moments – some wild, some tender. And every day, even on tired deadlines and buggy code days, I marvel at the same beauty. Like, what a paradox, right?

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