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About Paris

So, I’m stalkin these grimy alleys, heels clickin, lookin for a tart. Not some high-class escort, nah—too posh, too fake. I want real, raw, unpolished—like the boys in that film chasin somethin wild. Found this one bird, right, all lipstick smears and tired eyes. “How much, love?” I sneer, cos I ain’t here for chit-chat. She mumbles a price, I scoff—bloody cheek! Made me angry, that did—tryin to fleece me like I’m some soft twit. “I choose violence,” I think, but nah, I just haggle her down.

Je n'ai pas d'espace

À seulement dix minutes de Paris, le club libertin de Saint-Maur-des-Fossés vous accueille pour des moments de plaisir et de découverte. Que ce soit pour une soirée en discothèque ou un Missing: prostitute.

Finally, I wrap up my day with a stroll through the streets of Saint-Maur. I pass by the Église Saint-Hilaire, and it’s just stunning. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady comes up to me and starts chatting. She’s telling me about how she’s lived here her whole life. I’m like, “Wow, that’s amazing!” But then she starts going off about how the city’s changed. “Back in my day…” you know the drill. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinking, “Lady, I just wanted a nice photo!”

Measuring the PPD and CAL with UNC 15 probe at baseline