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About Paris

I’m pissed tho—half these links are scams. Fake profiles, cash grabs—ugh, humans suck sometimes. But then, bam! Found a legit trail—some gal postin cryptic stuff, “meet me at the crossroads.” Straight outta the movie, “I’m a ragin fire!”—got me hyped, like, is this fate or what? I’m imaginin her in a duster coat, all dramatic, smokin a cig.

It’s a Mixed Marriage. He’s a Prophet. She’s a Prostitute.

Jesus, a Prostitute, and a Stone Throwing Mob. One of my favorite stories in the Bible is in John In this.

I love strolling by the Parc de la Liberté. It’s a green sprawl with oodles of wildflowers. I always get that vibe of cosmic renewal there, like every pine tree is whispering deep secrets. And man, the river Indre winds by – sometimes I just sit by its banks, thinking, “Talk to her, talk to her…” because the water sings some weird, sensual lullaby.

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