Oh Paris, you know
I held on too much .
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Send private messageТимур Шевченко66714Walk through the jungle that used to be my town Everything's different, you've turned it upside down.Send e-mail 
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Send private messageAnastazja Celeste Bianchi24466An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris  
Send private messageArabella Mary Falcone7576THE SEA, IT CALMS ME. IT SHOWS ME THAT NATURE FEELS THE SAME THINGS THAT WE DO.  
Send private messageArchibald Cavendish463At the end of the night When I turn off the lights And the bullshit fades away I don't wanna go home alone  
Send private messageBianca Bronikowski28756She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.  
Send private messageCamilla Arya Knight39636fire burns brighter in the darkness  
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Send private messageElettra Hera Eliades48080Tired of the days living in the dark she ran to the place where wild things are  
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Send private messageÍris Eyrún Árnadóttir9542Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art  
Send private messageJuliette Élise Cartier7679  
Send private messageQuentin Haides Moriarty6172And I hope Paris is as beautiful as I’ve been told and darling everything you do is galvanized in gold  
Send private messageRomeo Цой3479And the rest is rust and stardust.  
Send private messageVerónica Arsenia Toretto1466I love Paris for the million reasons that everybody loves the city. It's an incredibly romantic and beautiful place  Visit poster's website
Send private messageVivian Cordelia Bennett217But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.  
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