Dirty Sexy Left Bank

Now, In honor of the lovely little EM getting fuckwasted in Paris as we speak... I shall tell you about my forgotten article in the August issue of MR Magazine.

The Apostrophe Hotel

Its practically sex in a box... a very artistic box. I mean, just climbing the hotel stairs is like having an orgasm that only Picasso and his friends can begin to fathom!


So if ever you find yourself in the Left Bank of Paris and having a conversation with a French man about eating his baguette and riding his Eiffel Tower... make sure you check yourself inside the Apostrophe Hotel. It'll be better than anything the French man can ever offer... unless of course that man is Gaspard Ulliel.

E.L. SAVAGE