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About Paris

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled again, nope! Streets are hummin’, neon buzzin’ like flies on a BBQ. You gotta know where to look—back alleys, sketchy corners, places where shadows got secrets. Little factoid for ya: in old Tombstone, Arizona, they had “soiled doves”—fancy name, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re just birds with a paycheck!

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First off, I’m an estimator, which means I’m basically a number wizard. But today? Today was a circus. I head out to the office on Rue de la République, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? It’s Venissieux, not exactly known for smooth sailing. I’m stuck behind this old clunker, and I swear it’s moving slower than a snail on a lazy day. I’m tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking, “C’mon, people! Let’s get this show on the road!”

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