Enrique Lopez de Mesa
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Ugh, I loathe Paris. I mean, who needs these charming little local cafés with their divine wine and food so scrumptious it feels almost sinful? Honestly, it is such a bother knowing one can enjoy it all without having to mortgage the children—though, regrettably, the bank would likely insist on you feeding and housing the collateral. You simply cannot replicate this in Toronto, Vancouver, or even London.