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About Paris

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Now, let’s talk hidden spots – like the tiny park Parc de la Nuit. It’s almost secret, chill as heck, n used by local kids for midnight runs. Grenouille Street? Nah, it’s a mystery to most. I once had a massage session there under the stars – music, soft night air, and that crazy vibe that makes you go “woah, bruv!” Out there, emotions flip like pages in a crazy book.

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