If I were a woman of unlimited means, I would fly to Paris where I would stay until just before I had eaten too much cheese and just after I had drunken too much red wine.
*gardener furiously scribbling notes for life*
What about the chocolates and the undies?
And since you had unlimited means, you could pay for me to join you. Uh, right?
Or you could fly to Milwaukee, eat too much deep-fried cheese curds and drink too much piss-weak beer. The accommodation, questionable food and little chocolatey thingies on your bedside table would be on the house!
Come here! We have unlimited cheese and we could sit by the fire and chat.
What, no cheese in Abby-dabby?
Don’t forget touring the countryside eating fresh-baked bread and pretending to be broken down in small villages so that the inhabitants will cook you pity daubes until you are ready to move on …
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