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About Paris

I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

Final Thoughts

In my experience, people use 'slut-shaming' terms without thinking about the true meaning behind them. A few months ago, “oh, she's a whore” was.

Oh fuck, there’s this alley near Place Verdun. It’s dark, mysterious, and madly romantic. I once had a super trippy conversation with a local poet there, about bodies, souls, and cosmic dance. I felt like my brain literally expanded – like, BAM, cosmic truth, dude. My sexology background makes me see invisible threads connecting strangers' passions. It's like every smile hides a universe.

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