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About Paris

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, prostitutes, huh? Man, talkin’ bout them gets me thinkin’—kinda like that flick “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” ya know? That movie’s got passion, heartbreak, and all that messy stuff. Prostitutes, they’re out there livin’ life raw, just like Adèle in the film, chasin’ somethin’ real. “I missed you so much,” she says in the movie—makes me wonder if some o’ them gals on the street feel that way ‘bout a john they clicked with. Weird, right?

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Strollin’ down Rue des Étoiles, wow, the lights and bars, they shine like memories from “The Gleaners and I” – “I am the man who reaps memories”—you feel it. Nearby, there’s the ancient Château de Céré. Its walls whisper lost secrets, dude, and I sometimes swear I hear echoes of Varda’s poetic voice, remindin' me: “Every crumb counts.”

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