Answer:
In Paris but not in France the thinnest of its siblings.
I am not a toy though many use me for pleasure. I have a butt but I cannot poo.
I have a brother. However much we run we do not reach each other.
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
I must be broken before you can use me.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?