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About Paris

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the neighborhoods. Old Town's got these winding, cobblestone streets like Rue du Vieux Chêne, and every corner hides a story. I once had a customer spill her life story over a massage on Rue de l'Aurore, all while quoting lines from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days"—I mean, "time moves on, even if you don't want it to." Crazy, huh?

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