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About Paris

Ever hear ‘bout Nevada? Legal joints there—brothels, sparkly and weird. One’s got a UFO theme—alien babes, man! Cracked me up, thinkin’ ET phonin’ home after a “visit.” I’d go, “Hey, fella, you lost?” Kinda freaky, kinda cool. Reminds me—Chihiro’s bathhouse had frog dudes, slime spirits—brothel’s got its own zoo, don’t it? Stinks sometimes, but it’s alive, pulsin’. Makes ya wonder—who’s really trapped? The workers? The johns? Like No-Face, chasin’ love, eatin’ gold, still empty.

But then, just when I think the day can’t get any weirder, I bump into my old buddy, Marc, on Rue de la Liberté. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start chatting, and he tells me he’s opening a new art gallery. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then he says he needs help setting it up. I’m like, “Ugh, I just wanna chill!” But I can’t say no to my boy, so I agree.

Ex-UCLA QB Craft happy to be in Japan