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About Paris

Groovy, baby! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ like in *The Return* – you know, that flick where the dad’s all mysterious and the kids are lost as hell? Kinda feels like a brothel, right? All shadowy, secrets in the air, like “What’s behind that door, shagadelic?”

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

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