The 7th was my home. I remember going to the tabac in the evening and picking up some smokes for my pops, and in the morning before school I'd hit the bakery and cop a couple of baguettes for moms, you know typical French shit. The whole scenario was pimp before I even knew what pimpin was, Ecole Militare, St Germain, The Tower, right around the corner from the American College in Paris, deep in it. The 7th was cool, the 7th was my home...
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