Paris

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If Matty has a subject he’s best at writing about, it’s the fucked up individuals he meets and observes. ‘Paris’ is a masterclass in that. Its main focus is a coked up girl he meets at a party, who “had to leave cos she couldn’t hack it/Not enough noise and too much racket”. Later, there’s the implication that she’s moaning about missing a party because “her friend kept cutting her wrists”, and being materialistic (“She pointed at the bag of her dreams in a well posh magazine”).

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