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About Paris

I’m spinnin’ this like Caden in *Synecdoche*—obsessed, overthinkin’ it. “What you don’t see doesn’t exist,” right? ‘Cept I SEE it—dim lights, cheap incense, some gal with nails longer than my butcher knife kneadin’ a fella who’s half-dead already. Favorite part? When they pretend it’s “therapeutic.” Ha! Therapeutic like a tire iron to the skull—effective, sure, but messy.

After that, I decided to stroll down Rue de la Fontaine. It’s usually so peaceful, but today? Nope. There was a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I mean, he was good, but he dropped a flaming torch! Fire everywhere! People were gasping, and I was just standing there like, “Is this real life?”

Future of Zodiac and Avon RIBs in doubt