Basically there have been two longstanding reasons that I want to go to Paris and they are these: 1. The Louvre. 2. Slathering on dramatic lipstick and going to Pere Lachaise and smooching Oscar Wilde’s grave. And you know, I’ve heard the Louvre is real great and all but when I imagine me in Paris, I imagine being at Oscar Wilde’s grave with a compact mirror applying dark red lipstick as I prepare to smooch his grave. People go to Oscar Wilde’s grave and they smooch it, and you know how when someone you love a very lot does something…
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