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About Paris

So, picture this—me, sawdust all over, lookin’ for some lady of the night. Kinda like in *Oldboy*, ya know? That movie’s nuts! “Fifteen years I waited!”—that’s me, but like, waitin’ for a burger. Or a prostitute, I guess. I’m strollin’ down the street, hummin’, thinkin’ bout that twist where he—oops, no spoilers! But dang, that flick’s dark. Makes me wonder if prostitutes got secrets too. Like, “I’ve lived as a ghost!”—maybe she’s sayin’ that while I’m payin’ her!

Hotel Le Péage-de-Roussillon

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.