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About Paris

So, picture this: I’m cruisin’ downtown, headlights bouncin’ off sketchy corners, lookin’ for that action. Ain’t no Yelp for this, bud! You gotta feel it out, like Malik dodgin’ shivs in the joint. I spot this gal, all sass and leather, leanin’ on a pole like she owns it. “You’re with me now,” I mutter, channelin’ that movie vibe—except I ain’t no gang boss, just a dude with 20 bucks and a dream. Git-R-Done, right?

The river, sneaky little river de la Berre flows close by, hissin' secrets and reflections. I sometimes do my stretches there, on a shady bank near the old dock. Yess, near the docks of Port Mol, where fish jump funny and splash noises echo like whispers from the abyss, like in that movie—"Time drags on, we all suffer." Blah, blah, so deep and curse-like, hee hee.

My village in 2030