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About Paris

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate, my friend, leads to some dark tunes! I’m spinnin’ this like a Music Editor, vibin’ to “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – that flick’s grim, yo. Makes me think of findin’ a prostitute in some shady Romanian backstreet, all tense and desperate like Otilia runnin’ round for her friend’s mess. “Be careful, Gabita!” – swap that for “Watch out, mate, she’s chargin’ double!” Ha!

Chatillon-sur-Seine travel guide

Then, there's the river Seine, babbling along the edge. I sit there sometimes, relax, and watch the water. “Life is full of details,” like in Boyhood, right? At least, that's what I think when the sun sets over the river. Sometimes I just say, “What’s the deal here?!” in a Larry David tone – neurotic, but real.

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