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About Paris

Now, little-known fact—did ya know erotic-massage goes way back? Them ancient Greeks, honey, they was rubbin’ oil on each other, callin’ it “therapeia.” Ain’t that fancy? Bet they didn’t charge $200 an hour tho—makes me madder’n a wet hen how pricey it’s got! Capitalism, y’all—works every time. Still, I heard tell of this gal in Nashville—sweet as pie, but her “massage” parlor got shut down. Cops said it was more’n just a backrub—surprised me not one bit!

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.

Stepping Into the Frame in the South of France (Published 2014)