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About Paris

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

The famous Berlingots and sweets from Carpentras

Encore un peu d'humour avec Sempé, dessinateur français (/). A little more humor with Sempé, French illustrator (–).

I gotta say, this city makes me mad sometimes, like when it plays games with you—beauty and decay side by side, a twisted romance you’d never fully decode. But then, it makes me happy in a sarcastic, “yeah, whatever” kinda way. And I’m surprised by how every mundane detail carries a secret, personal story.

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