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About Paris

I remeber this one story—little known fact—back in the ‘80s, some small-town gal got famous ‘round Vermont, called her “Maple Sugar,” swear to God! She’d only take payment in maple syrup—true story! Quirky as hell, made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout her stackin’ bottles while the rich pricks in suits sipped champagne! Surprised me, too—people get creative when the system screws ‘em over!

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For those chill moments, I hit up the banks of the river Adour. I’m often there, laptop in tow, dreamin’ up new date ideas – “Serious, man!” my mind echoes like in that movie. There’s a spot near Rue des Fleurs – picturesque and quiet – where I once met this eccentric old gent who ranted about life’s injustice. I mean, here I was, just tryin’ to update our app, and he goes off in Latin: “Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.” Proper mental, right?

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