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I’ve never been to Paris but if I did it would go something like this............

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PARIS

At the break of dawn I rise with the taste of blood still in my mouth. I raise my head off the mattress as shards of eye crust begin to fall on to my bedsheets. With my room decorated in brioche crumbs and fashion week flyers it’s hard to believe that work is what we’re here for. Hotel Gustave, the resting place for all my bad habits and the birth place of all my bad decisions.

With my door wide open my servant slips through and stands in the corner. Every step of the way his eyes never leave me, with a smile on his face he states “I’ll forever be at your service”. He was a young man around 30 built burly but yet quirky, his name tag read “Eugene”. He remained in the corner as still as a statue ignoring every question I asked him

Gradually pissing me off as he watched me get undressed. Within seconds, I flare up, but right before I can tell him off he cuts me off and says “I have a gift for you” Without hesitation he drops a small plastic bag in my hand.

He has no idea what I’ve been through But damn he knows what I’m into .............TO BE CONTINUED..........

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