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Nigger Paris

Paris is a slut, it’s so true. Paris is the slut.
Beautiful whore.
Whore to Negroes now.
Disgusting.

I saw her descent. Just had time to see the city of light. Child.
Already I was intrigued by women. Those of the street, passers-by but especially those who do not pass,
girls who walk a lot but do not move forward.
From point A to point A. Incredible outfits. At the corner of the
Rue Saint-Denis and the Passage Basfour,
there was a Negress with waders in black leather, a whip at his belt in a
white molding.
I was afraid of her and others.
I was hiding in the car in which I was waiting for my father.
They teased me.
I knew what they were doing.
It was forbidden in the middle of the street.
On the cobblestones, the journey.
November. 11:00. In a coffee shop. The Marsh, what a shit neighborhood.
I hate this city. I knew him before all that. It was nice, dark, a little dirty.
A Paris before Haussmann and GayMan.