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About Paris

So, findin’ one? Man, it’s wild! You don’t just yell “Yo, hooker!” on the street—D’oh!—that’s how ya get a black eye! Nah, it’s sneaky now. Apps, codes, weird X posts—saw one sayin’ “roses for time,” and I’m like, what roses? I ain’t no gardener! Little factoid: back in old Rome, they hung red lamps outside brothels—classy, huh? Bet Carol’d dig that aesthetic, all moody and artsy.

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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