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About Paris

What surprises me? How some folks judge it—call it dirty. Screw that! It’s human, raw, real—like Bill Murray sayin’, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Sexual-massage ain’t just naughty—it’s power, freedom, a freakin’ reset button! Tho, fair warnin’, don’t go cheap—last time I did, the chick’s hands were rougher than sandpaper—felt like a damn cheese grater!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cézanne from the Courtauld Collection Heads to Christie’s