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About Paris

But ooooh, what got me HOT was them uppity folks judgin’ her. I wanted to holler, “Y’all ain’t no better, sittin’ in church lyin’ to Jesus!” Hypocrites, I tell ya. She out there honest ‘bout her hustle—ain’t hidin’ like Royal Tenenbaum, stealin’ from his own kin. “You’re a bastard, Royal,” I’d say to them judgy fools, waggin’ my finger. She makin’ her coins, prolly got a kid to feed, and here they actin’ like she the devil’s niece.

9. Cinematic Venus in the Africanist Orient

There is no shortage of clients innocently getting their nails done, like Almudena. The premises are open from 10am to 10pm, Monday through Sunday, and there is a large influx of female .

Oh, and can’t skip mentioning the old, cobbled streets of the Quartier Saint-Pierre. This spot? It’s got that raw vibe like a Michael Haneke scene—mysterious, offbeat, slightly dark but so real. I sometimes wander there, texting friends about how the rain makes it all blur, like life itself—imperfect, messy, and wildly beautiful. It makes me mad, then happy, then mad again… like, ugh, emotions on loop.

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