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 I turned left into the Rue de Rodier fingering the change in my pocket, last nights Bordeaux flowed through my veins and kicked me in the head. 50 centimes, half a Euro left, I hadn’t eaten since, well a long time. I joined the queue forming outside the Boulangerie.
Half a Euro. I’d done my first days work in a month two weeks ago tending bar in Paris. The head waiter had shouted like crazy, ‘I’m just going to serve those two gentlemen over there,’ I expressed, ‘Say it in English’ he retorted, in English, ‘those two gentleman’ I repeated, ‘enough of your gangster slang’ he screamed, stuffed 50€ in my pocket and shoved me out the door.
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 Madame is back from her extended vacation ladies, so continue sending us your love letters and we'll be sure she gets them!
Dear Madame,
My honey forgot Valentine's Day. He said he didn't buy me anything based on principle, that its too commericalized and that every day is Valentine's Day for him. I thought that sounded sweet, but then again, I am a girl and I wanted something...even a home made card. Should I be angry?
Signed,
Wondering in the 16th
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 Ah, it's that time of the year again, Valentine's Day! Still haven't gotten your sweetie a gift? Then try out one of these "French" ideas. We're pretty sure you can't go wrong...
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 Looking for a nice restaurant to spend Valentine's Day this Saturday? Here are some suggestions from the Prissy Mag staff. Don't forget to call ahead! Contrary to commercial belief, the French do celebrate this special day.
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 My colleague was a bitch. There were no two ways about it. I liked her the very first day I saw her, and hated her a few weeks after. I?'m American. She?'s American. I automatically thought we'?d be the best of friends here in this sometimes God-forsaken city of lights.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
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