What's interesting in Paris, people don't go dirty your boots in that mud, it's smelly and pompous, no one will notice you, they're just dead sardines in their jar, those who don't try to swindle you, will try to kill you, all is expensive and the price of the tickets don't worth the shitty antics in front of whose you'll fall asleep in a minute, the constant buzzing and agitation will give you a headache, in few days you'll be poor and spoiled, the parks are fake and each strand of grass, trees with a better trim than you, obscene and lame statues are a set up for you to buy deleterious greasy food and sugary drinks, without to forget the irrelevant, completely useless plans of the path you go, you'll feel forced to buy, just to rack it in your pocket; Don't be tricked by the greedy adds, the illusionists behind the scenery, Paris is a whore drooling for your fatass dirty Dollars, if it's not your soul!
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