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About Paris

So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

Laws and Regulations Regarding Prostitution

Omg, you wouldn’t believe this – on Rue des Lilas, there's a tiny lecture hall. Neighbors hold free chats. They talk family, love, and guilt. I sit there, sipping bitter coffee. The chatter, the irony, it makes me laugh like Ricky. I'm laughing at life itself.

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