i sat there, the same spot where mamA found me, vulnerable. this time i was sure to lock the door, or so i thought, for paris is full of men and i plan on shaking my bons bons for each and every one of them. (i applaud you if you get this reference)
my mamA had taken me to pari for the summer. this was it, my career will finally take off, my mamA will be so proud, or not.
i sat there in the hotel, i told my mamA to get me a baguette, oui oui. i love the french culture.
this time i was going to do things right.
