How I found myself in a crack den

Poshest ‘crack den’ ever!

OR: was taken by my  host  to simply pick up his scooter from a friend’s apartment.

Because of your guest’s mild nervousness at being in a city where she doesn’t speak the language and is completely at the mercy of a man she barely knows (hot Frenchie), it’s not a funny joke to phone ahead to your best friend and ask them to pretend to smoke crack when you arrive to collect your scooter and some mail….. (well maybe just a little bit).

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