Finally!

 One from the pinnacle of decadency, the peak of hedonism, the bulls eye of splendid spending and....

...they are not Bad. So, I was for two years a Clochard in Paris, a homeless or in National French who tells you Clochard was no attitude but an insult, SDF. Sans Domicile Fixe.

So, you hang out in the Streets every day, no matter the weather and its great. You get free food from shelters and trash bins next to Supermarkets. You can beat the shit out of thugs and just move quarter. Even Police respects you...

 

What a life.

 

So, these women there rule Paris. They are not few, but Paris is their Capital. Not New York or any other place attracts as many of these women. You can quickly tell them apart from the others. They are more social with each other. They move more athletic than others while being slimmer than athletes. Most of them are a specific body type. Like I am the wide shoulder guy, they are naturally slim giving them a much taller appearance than they actually are, being tall already. 

There are several types of woman doing well as photography models. From filthy dirty and almost illegal, to clean all silicon on the Red Light District end to normal looking on purpose for large catalogue and online shops to Bikini Sexy and these Fashion Industry models. 

There are vfew meeting points and Paris is the undisputed capital of the slim, tall, luxurious brand type.  

 

They are vigilant. It never took long when I sat somewhere close to the offices they frequent in the Rive Droit areas of town until they started eying me. I was visibly a Clochard. I had a beard, long hair first and my clothing had a pattern of street dirt. I did not stink or was on drugs, but I did rise some attention. Having had a scandal around a shooting star, who actually walked pass me into the Louvre Garden while I kept the door open for him for real, who created a Clochard inspired full show for a major House, helped a lot to be center of attention as soon they crowded up past 4 women. 

 

Sitting there, it was always that type of women that walked by, came back and asked me if I like something to eat. The French Sandwiches are the lousiest trash compared to Tesco just across the channel, but if they eat them I eat them with a smile. So, I always told them with a loving smile acknowledging the nice gesture: Yes. What ever you choose I take. Thank You. 

 

I never made a woman feel good in an easier way!

MODernist Incorporated. This is the Way!

 

Eventually, I started to be convinced that the top shelf people in the Paris luxerious houses are not Bad, despite the filthy richness, Cocaine and decadent hedonism... they must be the most Evil around, having created women like that. 

Just like a Provos. :-)

 

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