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About Paris

Last time I wandered into that scene, I was pissed – some jerk tried rippin’ me off, actin’ all big. I’m like, “Buddy, I ain’t here for your fairy tale bullshit!” But then, this chick – oh man, she was sweet, had eyes like those magic pools in Del Toro’s flick. Made me happy as a clam, just chattin’ with her. She told me she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster – can ya believe that? Gutsy move! I was shocked, jaw droppin’, thinkin’, “This girl’s a damn hero.”

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Then there’s Place de la République – oh man, it’s the heartbeat. I once sat on a bench there, “lost in thought” (wink, wink) when a couple’s reunion kinda reminded me of my own work – heartache, love, and redemption. Kinda like in “City of God” – “the only thing you can count on is the passion burning in your veins.” Yeah, that hit deep.

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