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About Paris

So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I head back to my shop on Rue des Écoles. I’m feelin’ a bit better, but then I see my neighbor, Jean. He’s out there, strugglin’ with his own fur business. He’s got this ridiculous raccoon coat that looks like it’s been through a war. I can’t help but laugh. “Jean, what’s that? A Halloween costume?” He just glares at me. Classic Jean.

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