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About Paris

Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, girls gigglin nervously. I’m thinkin, who runs this joint? Some shady dude, prolly. Back in 1800s, New Orleans had Storyville—legal brothels, jazz blarin, folks sinnin loud! True fact: they printed “blue books” listin girls, like a freaky Yelp. “Miss Lulu, five bucks, real sweet!” Wild, huh? Made me laugh, then mad—society’s two-faced as hell.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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