The Irish Pub glowed under crystal chandeliers, leather booths whispering against silk suits. Freddy's was no dive—smoky haze from rare Cuban cigars, vintage whiskey in Baccarat glasses. Marc and I…
I slip into the discreet sauna on Paris's East side, a hidden gem for the elite. No crowds here. Velvet ropes guard the entrance. Plush towels in Egyptian cotton await.…
The rain stopped. I flung open the door to our private beach villa suite, 1980s Côte d'Azur opulence dripping from every teak beam. Crystal chandeliers swayed. 'Beach time, girls? Ice…