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About Paris

I’m gettin’ all emo now—Liz’s story hit me hard. Reminds me of, like, my own drama, but with less stilettos. She’s out there, dodgin’ fists, and I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get outta there, boo!” Happy vibes tho when she’s like, “I’m still standin’,” ‘cause same, girl, same. Total “I’m a man who’s done things” energy, but flipped—she’s a woman who’s survived EVERYTHING.

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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