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Today I will whisk you away to a far-away land, as I imagine it – and I must because I've never been there. A place where the streets are lined with pastries, and the women so much better than me, and they aren't even trying. Like how doesn't that work exactly? How can you try and not try at the same time?
Yes... Paris. The mecca of couture, and birthplace of such trends as lady tuxedos, too-small plates of food, and ridiculously simple beauty products. Pull up a chair, grab an espresso, and light up une clope* the same way you might light a candle -- Let's talk micellar water.
*My clope is actually a q-tip I have set on fire because I don't smoke, and q-tips can't go in your ear anymore, apparently. What the hell else am I gonna do with this thing.