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About Paris

So, there’s this one bird—let’s call her Ruby, yeah? She’s a prozzie, been in and out my jail more times than I’ve had martinis. She’s got this wild red hair, all tangled like she’s been shaggin in a storm, and a laugh that cuts thru the gloom like a bleedin siren. First time I nabbed her, I was pissed—thought she’d knifed some punter. Turns out, the bloke just owed her cash, and she whacked him with a heel! Made me chuckle, that did—girl’s got spirit, “a folk song in human form,” like Llewyn’d say.

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From the On Liberty collection, shown March for the Autumn/Winter season.

I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, it’s Tulle, not Paris. Who’s got a vintage bike here? But whatever, I’m on the clock. I ask him for details, and he’s fumbling. “Uh, I left it outside for, like, five minutes.” Classic.

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