Dear Stranger,You can call me Stasia. I was born Armenian, raised in Russia, and at sixteen, set off for England, chasing grey skies and stories yet to be lived. For the past ten years, Paris has held me in its grip—not by design, but by love. I meant to drift further north, but my heart had other plans, tethering me to a local soul who speaks in café laughter and midnight baguette. By nature, I’m an escapist: I live between pages of books, pixels of games, sweeping story arcs, and the quiet thrill of artsy-fartsy endeavors. My soul thrives on travel, slow afternoons with my plants, an