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About Paris

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, prowlin, not for livers but for a quick thrill, seein these gals, all scales and fins in my head, slidin through the night. Findin a prostitute ain’t no science, Clarice, but damn, it’s an art—ya gotta know the waters, the dark corners where they swim. Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Makes me chuckle, all that filth wrapped in feathers.

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Celle du moment était une prostituée en proie à des crises d'hystérie. The latest of whom was a prostitute who suffered from hysterical outbursts. Dont le président vient de mourir dans les .

Then there's the Parc de la Sérénité. Yasss, a super chill spot. I used to, like, spend my break there powering up my zen. The park has this magical pond, where water ripples tell stories, like in "Almost Famous" – "I guess, like, we all just want to be important" kinda feels. And sometimes I sit on the worn-out bench near the old oak and just think about life's lets-be-hip moments.

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