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About Paris

Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

Briançon Escort

Some days, I sit outside a tiny bistro on Rue du Petit-Pont and just observe human nature. Families, couples, loners—it’s like a live therapy session on wheels. One moment they're happy, then suddenly, silence. Kinda like that infamous moment in Werckmeister Harmonies—“The world’s a grand, absurd joke.”

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