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About Paris

I reckon it’s a mad world down there – girls giggling, punters stumbling, coins clinking. Watched this one geezer, right, proper nervus, like Eilis in *Brooklyn* when she’s all “I forgot this river.” Shaking, he was, till some lass winked and he’s gone, hook, line, sinker. Made me laugh, but then – bam – anger hits. Coz some of em ain’t there by choice, yeah? Trafficked, trapped, gutted me that did. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it clearer – the masks, the lies.

Sur tous supports

Yeah, there are times i get riled up, pissed off by blatant chaos. But most days, I'm stoked to feel the city's heartbeat. Embrace its quirks n' pace. It ain't perfect, but it’s honest. Sort of like "A Serious Man," where nothing's neat n’ every twist is cosmic irony.

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