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About Paris

Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

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I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

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