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About Paris

So, picture this – she’s hustlin’ down some grimy street, heels clackin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Geez, this dame’s trouble!” Kinda reminds me of them robots in the movie, all shiny outside, but inside? Who knows, doc! She’s got this rep, see – folks whisper bout her like she’s a legend. Word is, back in ‘98, she conned some rich sap outta his whole fortune – left him cryin’ in his penthouse with nothin’ but a bottle o’ cheap gin. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me cackle like a hyena, but also pissed me off – how’s she get away with that?

Saint-Estèphe

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Finally, I make it to the park, Parc de la Mairie. It’s kinda nice, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to breathe. I sit on a bench, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he’s the king of the house. I’m like, “Cool, lady, but I gotta go.” But she’s relentless! I’m stuck there for like 20 minutes listening to cat stories. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon!

Why is St Stephen’s Day only celebrated in Catalonia?