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About Paris

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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The bands were great, but my friends and I felt like we were the only women who weren't prostitutes, and the only tourists who weren't middle-aged white men! We.

I love the river Traine ton cours d’eau. Its slow, almost lazy flow reminds me that sometimes even the dumbest current can take you places. Perfect spot for ruminatin’ about family dynamics when you’re frustrated with the world. Felt like my own life in a loop – irratating natrually.

A report on the Central Southern Classic young bird race from Coutances on 22nd August 2020