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About Paris

Little fact for ya—didja know back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “taken.” Sneaky, right? Surprised me, blew my twisted mind! Imagine that—pimp strollin’ by, “What’s your totem, babe?” Hahaha! I’d tip my hat, if I had one. Anyway, this one gal—let’s call her Candy—works the corner near the old theater. She’s got sass, tells me, “Cash upfront, clown!” Made me cackle—love the guts!

After the show, I’m feeling like a rockstar. I walk down Rue de la République again, and this time, I’m on cloud nine. I stop by that café again, and the barista gives me a free pastry. “For the rockstar,” he says. I’m like, “You’re the real MVP!”

Exploring the Northern Rhône with Matt Walls