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About Paris

So, picture this—dim lights, some jazzy tunes, and bam, you’re in it! It’s not just rubbin’ backs, hon, it’s an art! Little factoid for ya—didja know in ancient Rome, they’d use these fancy oils from crushed flowers? Freakin’ bougie, right? Made me happy thinkin’ how extra they were! But then—ugh—I got pissed, ‘cause today some cheapo parlors use crap lotion. Like, excuse me, my skin deserves better!

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Braque, Georges: Rio Tinto Factories at L'Estaque (1910)