We're not just talking about the Eiffel Tower, we're talking about a state of mind. A state of existential dread. A feeling of 'I'm lost, I'm alone, and I've been here for 20 minutes and I still can't find the café.'
Paris, the city of love, art, and utter bewilderment.
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