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About Paris

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

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Rue Saint-Jean, a treasure it is, buzzin’ with history. Side alleys, cobbled they are, secrets whispering in each stone. Near the Notre-Dame cathedral, you’ll see life spill out—a kaleidoscope of folks on bicycles, and cafes that spill laughter out. Every corner, a story it tells. Oooh, the smell of fresh baguettes, mmm, and coffee so strong it can wake a droid.

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