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About Paris

So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

I also joke about the unpredictable weather. One moment sun, then a quick sprinkle—kinda like the moods I see at the spa. Even with those little annoyances, I defnitely love it. I mean, who wouldn't love a place where every raindrop feels like little whispers of joy?

Last issue in 360° series dedicated to mediaeval palace in Mdina