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About Paris

Alright, so I’m an insurance investigator, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what a freakin’ mess that’d be! I mean, you’re diggin’ through claims, frauds, and then—bam!—some lady’s invoicing "services" from Timbuktu! Not the movie, mind you, but the vibe—dusty, chaotic, "the world’s gone mad!" like Sissako’d say. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, goin’, “Who’s payin’ for this?!” Pretty, pretty good scam, huh?

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

Ah, Lambersart, fair friend, thou must hear this tale! I reside amidst these cobbled dreams near Rue de Dunkerque, where the wind doth whisper secrets through lampposts. O, how my spirit danced 'neath the shade of Parc du Héron! T'was a morn so gentle; dew clung to every leaf like jewels on a crown. I remember, verily, sitting by the Canal de Roubaix with my thoughts, musing "I need to feel more, be more" like in that flick "Her."

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