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About Paris

So, I tried it once—far out! This bird, total fox, starts kneadin’ me. Tension melts, I’m floatin’—happy as a hippie! But then—bam!—she cranks my neck, ouch! Nearly lost my mojo, got proper mad. “Easy, luv, I ain’t a pretzle!” I yell. She laughs, says it’s “deep tissue”—yeah, deeply painful, mate! Still, the buzz after? Smashing! Like Carol gazin’ at Therese—electric, subtle, sexy vibes.

Finally, I get to my office, and my client is there, tears streaming down her face. I mean, I’m all about empathy, but wow, it’s like she brought a waterfall with her. We talk it out, and I’m trying to be all supportive, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t people just chill?”

Paris Sème: free distribution of local plant seeds at the Hotel de Ville