Dear Jesus Lover,
the Lord has wined, dined, soaked up enough culture to last Him a good few lifetimes and smoked enough slim cigarettes to make the Marlboro man look so last decade. Only one thing left for Him to do in this magical city – spend an obscene amount of cash (yes, CASH. Not cards because cash is truly king). Where better to do this than the magical Avenue des Champs-Élysées, with its luxury speciality boutiques and the rows of pretty clipped horse chestnut trees?
Got a bit of traditional French leather love. Even the ladybirds in France have good taste.
The Lord got paparazzi-ed when He posed for a snap with the famous Arc de Triomphe. The celeb life can be so hard.
He is France personified. Beautiful, androgynous, dressed in nothing but The Kooples, skinny and a slick slick waxed chest. Jesus LOVES His Frenchies.
He had to stop to have some homemade gelato to cool Him down after His visit to The Kooples. 3 cones! He gave them a good lick and decided it was too good to spit. A definite swallow.
He’ll be back for He has fallen in love with His own masterpiece. Au revoir Paris!
Wheeze & SQueak