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About Paris

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—findin’ a prostitute, yeah? I’m Austin Powers, shagadelic spy, and I’ve got thoughts, oh behave! Picture this: me, struttin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action—kinda like in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, where Gigolo Joe’s all “What do you desire, baby?” Smashing! I’m vibin’, thinkin’ how wild it is—prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”—means wolf dens, how randy is that?

Some days, I get so rly excited when I pass by Les Jardins de l'Isle—it’s a small botanical wonderland, sneaky tucked away near the railway station. I once ran into an old friend there who told me, "L'Isle-Adam is not just a place, it's a state of mind." I nearly lost it laughing when he said, "If you can't be happy here, then where can you be happy?!" Classic, right?

L’Isle Adam bandmaster’s silver jubilee