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About Paris

Little secret, precious—did ya know some prossies got code words? Yeh, like “roses” for cash, sneaky-like. Heard it meself in a dive bar once, bloke mutterin’ “50 roses” an’ I’m thinkin’ he’s buyin’ flowers—ha! Thick as pigshit, I was. Surprised me rotten, that did—thought it was all straight-up hagglin’. Made me chuckle, tho—humans, so bleedin’ clever at bein’ vile.

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Lipstick, especially, became largely the domain of prostitutes. They used ingredients ranging from dye and wine, to sheep sweat, saliva and.

A tiny park, Parc de l’Etrange, is my secret wonder. Tiny paths twist like spaghetti. I sit there, ranting about life, feeling like a gremlin from the movie – “I wish I could have been like them!” ugh, it's all too dramatic sometimes. The river, Riviere du Rire, chuckles softly by the park. I once saw a couple of tourists fight over a duck. Mad, hilarious, and enough to make you think, “I’m not a real boy, am I?”

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