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About Paris

Little fact for ya—did ya know escorts been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Makes me wanna yell, “Keep it in your trousers, Zero!”—y’know, like that kid in the movie, all eager and clueless. Surprised me, that tidbit—history’s hornier than I thought!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Finally, I get my drink and head to the market on Place de la Mairie. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of baked goods. I’m walking past this stall, and I see these strawberries. They look bomb! I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take a kilo!” But then the vendor, this old lady, she’s like, “Five euros!” I’m thinking, “What? For strawberries?!” I mean, I love Tignieu, but c’mon!