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About Paris

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap wine, desperation. Reminds me of Adèle’s line, “I felt her everywhere.” Except it’s grime, not love. Gets under yer skin, makes ya wanna puke. Still, they got guts. Walkin’ dark alleys, dodgin’ knives—braver than half my guards. Ever hear ‘bout that escort who knifed a client? True story! Bloke stiffed her, so she stuck him. Literally. Gave me a chuckle—justice, eh?

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A wife who just had a miscarriage finds out that her husband is having an affair with a high-end escort. She turns into prostitution and will take her revenge.

Oh, and the parks! Parc de la Garenne is a top spot. Grass lush, trees tall, a sweet refuge from the busy hum. I even had a deep chat with a stray cat there. He kinda got me, ya know? Wild, but cool cat.

Sérgio Mendes obituary