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About Paris

Now, where ya even start lookin’? Old-school spots—motels, shady bars. Or apps now, sneaky, high-tech pimpin’! Mr. T’s shocked, world’s changin’ fast! Online’s risky, catfished by bots—ugh! Happened to my cousin, poor fool. I pity the fool trustin’ screens! Real talk: it’s a dangerous game. Girls get hurt, johns get busted. Saw a sting once, cops swarmin’. Felt bad, but law’s the law. “Karma’s a mirror,” Ki-duk’d say. Every choice bites ya back, man.

History of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence

After Vincent cut off part of his own ear and gave it to a prostitute, the citizens of Arles made him leave town. He fled to the St. Paul de Mausole Asylum in.

Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Oh great, what now?” He tells me we gotta make some big moves. I’m sweating bullets. I mean, I’m in Saint-Rémy, not Wall Street! I’m used to chill vibes, not high-stakes drama.

When You Dream of Provence, You Dream of This Town (Published 2016)