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About Paris

But yo, some geezers mess it up, yeah? I seen this dodgy parlour once—stank of cheap lotion, lights flickerin’, geezer looked like he ain’t showered since ’99. Made me vex, fam! I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos they’re rank, bruv. Sexual-massage should be class—candles, tunes, that lush vibe. Not some grimy hustle.

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So check it – you gotta wander down Rue du Soleil. It’s a chill street with cafés, crumbling walls, and some crazy graffiti art. I always pass by Le Parc des Rêves – it's not huge, but damn, its benches and shady trees have seen many secrets. Sometimes, I take a break there after a long massage sesh. Feels like a scene straight out of that Sofia Coppola flick. “I just don't know what I'm doing here,” I mumble while soaking in the vibe.

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