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About Paris

Been thinkin’, them girls on the corner, gutsy as fuck. Takes balls, dunnit? Standin’ there, freezin’ tits off, dodgin’ coppers. Saw one once, proper stunner—legs like a gazelle, face like a slapped arse after 2am. Made me cackle, “Oi love, you’re no Colette!” She glared, I pissed meself laughin’. Reckon she’s got stories, dark ones. Heard some pimp in Soho got nicked—beat her senseless over a tenner. Fuckin’ hell, made me ragey! Ten quid? TEN?! Ratatouille’s Remy’d nick better scraps than that!

The beach, man, it's unreal. I hit the grand Plage des Sables for an early morning walk. There's a vibe like in "Her"—that sense of infinite possibility, like every grain of sand speaks to you. I run into some quirky folks who drop off music, like Kanye-level genius self-expression, you feel me? Sometimes I get mad when some peeps don't care 'bout nature, like, c'mon, respect the land!

Vendée Globe Monday 13th January Update - Dalin set for Tuesday morning finish