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About Paris

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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Yo, my friend, lemme tell ya ‘bout Mutzig (fr) – mate, it's wicked! I've been chillin’ here for years, runnin’ my cool massage joint on Rue des Lavandes – yup, that’s the one, right next to the old stone bridge over the lil’ river Rougemont. I’m tellin’ ya, even the river got its own vibe, flowin’ smooth and whisperin’ secrets. Ain’t it mad?

Photography Conf / signature - Conference with Jean-François Mutzig