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About Paris

So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

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They shall not take a wife that is a whore, or profane; neither shall they take a woman put away from her husband: for he is holy unto his God.

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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