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After my supposed vacation to the Bahamas, of which I spent my entire time, driving around on a golf cart looking for Bess, getting knocked on the head by derrange monkey’s and stung by jelly fish while scuba diving, I decided to get a way to beautiful Paris.  Unfortunately this is a “working” vacation.  I’m “interning” for a famous fashion designer.  My first assignment is to make her tea.  Easy right, well you’ve never met Minette, with her the word easy doesn’t exist.