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About Paris

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

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Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m out. I’m walking down Avenue Charles de Gaulle, and I see this group of kids playing football. They’re all hyped, shouting and laughing. It’s a nice scene, but then I see one of ‘em trip and fall. Oof! I feel that pain, man. But he gets up, brushes it off, and keeps playing. That’s Sevran for ya—resilient, tough.

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