Later that day, it became night (naturally) and during the night I was still walking around, wandering. I wandered down a darker, less populated street and locked eyes with a portly, 40ish woman sitting in her car about a block away. As I approached, she rolled down her window to talk to me. I didn't know what she was saying. We didn't speak each others languages. She finds out I'm speaking English and whilst patting her upper chest she says to me in a flat, un-assuming tone: "busy-ness sect?" "What," I respond. I begin to think of the business section of Paris to see if I can give her directions...
She says it again: "business sect?"
"What?"
I still have no clue what she is trying to say to me.
"Business sex"
"What?"
"With me- business sex."
"Oh! No- no- no- no, thank you. No"
I scurried away and a block later, laugh my ass off as I realize what just happened.
Welcome to paris, I guess?
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