Pissing like a Parisian
In Paris there’s one smell that always seems to be lingering. I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the scent of freshly baked baguettes or unfiltered Gauloises wafting through the air…
Where escapism goes to die.
In Paris there’s one smell that always seems to be lingering. I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the scent of freshly baked baguettes or unfiltered Gauloises wafting through the air…