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About Paris

But it ain’t all laughs – gets me gutted too. The loneliness, mate, it’s brutal. “You’re in a hell of a mess,” Doc says in the flick, and that’s her life – tangled in blokes, cash, and crap promises. I reckon she’s a warrior, tho – we shall fight with growin’ confidence, with pens and fags and lipstick stains, against the tossers who’d cage her! Ever tried animatin’ that? I did once – gave her a cape, proper superhero style, but with fishnets. Looked ace, if I say so meself.

Oh, lemme tell ya, the old port is another gem. Rue Gambetta is filled with tiny shops that feel so intimate they almost whisper like the characters in "Her", like, “I'm not afraid to love you anymore.” I got some mad love and also a hint of nostalgic anger, thinking of miscommunications, deep and dark talks—real talk. Crazy, right?

"Here, the Vendée Globe is not an event, it's a religion"