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Favorite movie fits here—*Royal Tenenbaums*. Chaos, family, messed-up souls. Prostitutes got that too—livin’ wild, no rules. “I’m gonna lose my temper!”—that’s me, yellin’ at the stupidity of it all. Hate the judgy pricks too—actin’ holy while sneakin’ to her door. Hypocrites. Makes me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. Ever see a prossie sass a cop? Gold. Pure gold.

Rue de Romainville

Romainville, often overlooked by tourists flocking to the City of Light, offers a unique blend of suburban tranquility and urban convenience. This unassuming commune has been quietly .

We grab our food, and I’m munchin’ on this crispy baguette, thinkin’ life’s not so bad. Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and snatches half my sandwich! I’m like, “What the heck, man?!” I chase it down the street, flappin’ my arms like a lunatic. Romainville pigeons are bold, I tell ya.

ABF lab guides food farm tower in romainville, france towards the sun