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About Paris

Alright, so I’m a lifeguard, right? Out there on the water, sun’s blazin’, and I’m thinkin’ about – whores. Yeah, whores! Not the judgy kinda thought, just… curious. Zen pause. What’s their deal, y’know? I’m sittin’ there, waves crashin’, and it hits me – whores are like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s them, suckin’ up life’s chaos, turnin’ it into somethin’.

True, things ain't always perfect. I get pissed off sometimes when it rains, slippin' on those slick stone pathways. But then, man, the smell after rain is like fresh hope – a real pick-me-up. I often think, life here is a patchwork of moments – some wild, some tender. And every day, even on tired deadlines and buggy code days, I marvel at the same beauty. Like, what a paradox, right?

French visit continues twinning tradition