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About Paris

So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

Geographical information

Some streets got rich histories. I’m talkin' about Place du Marché, where the old meets the new. The market’s a swirl of smells and sounds. I’ve even had therapy sessions in my head while swaggin' through there — not on real couches, but the benches sure filled that vibe. I keep thinkin’, “Just like spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring,” rebirth, eternal, man.