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About Paris

Once heard this story, right, about a prossie in Amsterdam – swear it’s true – she’d knit scarves between jobs. Mental, innit? Sittin’ there, clickin’ needles, then back to the grind. Made me happy, that – little bit of humanity in the chaos, like findin’ a fiver in your old jeans. But then I’m thinkin’, “David, you soft git, she’s still out there freezin’ her tits off!” Proper rollercoaster, me head.

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She asked to see me again.” Six months and many talks later she told him that she was a prostitute. “Then she reformed her life. She is married now, lives in.

Here’s another thing, bro—my favorite café? Café des Fleurs, on Place de l’Église. Its vibe? Pure magic. You get a coffee that’s as strong as my early morning juiced-up massages, and you meet people who, oh man, share stories from back in the day. “The past is a ghost that has no right to be,” I always say, just like in that movie—werds flow, ya dig?

Vikings set up camp just outside Paris at Château de la Madeleine