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About Paris

Alright, so here’s me, a tractor driver, chillin’ like Bob Ross, paintin’ happy little trees in my mind. I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just cruisin’ through life’s wild canvas. I love *Moulin Rouge!*—that flick’s got heart, man, all that “love is a many-splendored thing” vibez. Picture this: I’m rollin’ down some dusty road, tractor hummin’ like a sweet lil’ lullaby, and I’m dreamin’ up a gal like Satine, all sparkly and sassy.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Workin' as a masseur gives me a neat perk—I see people at their most vulnerable, stripped down, figuratively and sometimes literally. I pick up on those little tensions people hold in their shoulders. And hey, Carentan's charm, its flaws and all, is kinda the same. There's beauty in every weary face, every quiet sigh.

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