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About Paris

Ever tried it yerself? Little tip—dim lights, warm oil, and don’t skimp on the pressure. None of that weak ticklin’—go deep, like you’re carvin’ a roast! Funniest thing—mate of mine slipped off the table once, buck naked, oil everywhere, crashed like a troll in a china shop. Laughed ‘til I cried, swear it! “The cause endures,” as Dodd’d say, but that bruise lasted longer.

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.

‘Radical and innovative’: Cézanne’s love letter to a coastal French paradise