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About Paris

So, I’m hoppin along, mindin my biz, thinkin – how’s this even work? Ya don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb. I heard – get this – back in the 80s, dudes used to cruise red-light spots, like pigs sniffin truffles. Little known fact: some cities had “prostitute maps” – legit guides! Sold under counters, hush-hush. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho – folks judgin em, like they’re trash. “Society tosses em out,” like Varda said bout potatoes. Misshapen, but still good, ya know?

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Walking down Rue de l'Église is like entering another world. Man, the cobblestones there feel like history stepping on your feet! I swear, don’t pee on my leg by crossing them too fast, alright? And don’t get me started on the tiny café on Place de la République… it’s magical but maddening when the line’s long.

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