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About Paris

So, check it—I heard this story, swear to God, back in Jersey, some cathouse got raided, but the madam? She’s slippin’ cops cannoli and cash! They let her slide, every time! Little known fact, huh? Cops eatin’ gabagool while the girls work! Fuckin’ wild, makes me laugh, but pisses me off too—crooked bastards! I’m like, “Who’s runnin’ this show?” Ya got these chicks, some forced, some choosin’ it—either way, they’re hustlin’. Reminds me, in *Moolaadé*, “The past is not a chain.” They’re breakin’ free, sorta, but not really, ya feel me?

Belle pute blonde de Sannois

So, I’m trying to shake off the pigeon drama, right? I head over to Parc des Coteaux. Beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just vibing. But then I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, crying his eyes out. Turns out, he lost his soccer ball. I mean, c’mon! It’s just a ball! But I get it. To him, it’s like losing a piece of his soul. So, I channel my inner sports psychologist and start chatting him up.

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