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At a café on the Champs-Élysées, I met with the lovely to discuss the myriad methods of decorating one's personal sex dungeon. After arriving 3 days late and minus trousers, CAB unloaded his gathered knowledge upon me, which turned out to be rather mammary-centric. "Tits here, tits there, tits everywhere!" He spluttered while lighting his pipe, the fumes of a soft golden tobacco wafted around the table and into the air, it smelled sweet, with a hint of maple.

The meeting was cut abrupt by the onslaught of angry French policemen tackling young CAB to the ground, after a flurry of comical fighting dust clouds and large "Biffs, Pows, and Bops!" appearing in the air, CAB struggled free, tipped his pipe to me and ran into the sunset. I sat, awestruck at the monogrammed slippers allowing such haste and wondered to myself "Why the fuck am I in France?"

Description
At a café on the Champs-Élysées, I met with the lovely to discuss the myriad methods of decorating one's personal sex dungeon. After arriving 3 days late and minus trousers, CAB unloaded his gathered knowledge upon me, which turned out to be rather mammary-centric. "Tits here, tits there, tits everywhere!" He spluttered while lighting his pipe, the fumes of a soft golden tobacco wafted around the table and into the air, it smelled sweet, with a hint of maple.

The meeting was cut abrupt by the onslaught of angry French policemen tackling young CAB to the ground, after a flurry of comical fighting dust clouds and large "Biffs, Pows, and Bops!" appearing in the air, CAB struggled free, tipped his pipe to me and ran into the sunset. I sat, awestruck at the monogrammed slippers allowing such haste and wondered to myself "Why the fuck am I in France?"