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About Paris

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prossie, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – I’m staggerin’ round like a mad bat, lookin’ for some action. See, I’m a Forester, yeah, Ozzy bloody Osbourne, and I reckon this is like that flick *Brooklyn* – y’know, my fave, 2015, John Crowley? That lass Eilis, she’s all lost and lonely, “How can I go back to that?” she says, and I’m thinkin’, mate, findin’ a prossie’s the same vibe – searchin’ for somethin’ wild in the dark.

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

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