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About Paris

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

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And let me not forget the river – La Rive d’Espoir flowin’ steady outside town, its waters reflective like my inner thoughts. I used to sit there for hours, contemplating all sorts of crazy life decisions while watchin’ ducks float by. I tell you, sometimes I even freestyle about it, like "Time is a river, baby!"

Meghan’s Effortless Style for a Lunch Date in Montecito