Julia Maule Whore ❤️❤️

About Paris

Met this one gal, Daisy, workin’ the corner near my bar. Sassy as hell, smoked like a chimney. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she sang him opera—*Carmen*, no less. Laughed my ass off, surprised me she had pipes like that. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said, echoin’ that *Melancholia* vibe—calm before the planet smacks ya. Made me happy for a sec, then pissed—why’s she stuck out there?

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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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