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About Paris

Still, got mad thinkin’ – why’s this even a thing? Society’s messed up, pushin’ folks here. But then, happy too – she’s got hustle, owns it. “I’m my own machine,” she says, and I’m like, yaaas, *Holy Motors* energy! “The beauty of movement,” I blurt, and she nods, gets it.

Activists’ warnings

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t bring an umbrella. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some action movie. I’m soaked, but I’m laughing. It’s ridiculous! I finally duck into a café on Rue de la Mairie. I order a coffee, and the barista gives me a look like, “You need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea!”

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