What's up, gigglers? Gary, fix the Wi-Fi. Manifest that shit. We can't be managed. I mean, the day just got away from me. What's up my Galliano Gigglers? Did I just see a TikTok of it? Two seconds prior, I hand those, who's Galeano?

Wait, Gagliano, is he, was he a painter? No, that's Michelangelo. Okay, can we get into it?

Because I've been, I hung out with Paige all morning and we weren't podcasting.

And she's like, do not ask me about anything. And I'm like, don't ask me about anything. No, we couldn't even talk. I know we could talk. Like we literally couldn't speak to each other. We had to just make weird eye contact. But now I want to ask, how was Paris? Because you, previously you'd been but you like it was quick you cried in a hotel or something

I'd only gone to Paris twice before and with two different boyfriends whore um and honestly

some of the worst times I've ever had but if someone's going to ruin Paris it's a man no it's a man I know that I cried both times I've ever had. If someone's going to ruin Paris, it's a man.

No, it's a man.

I know that I cried both times I was there.

Here's the bright side of that.

I don't remember why.

And so that, I feel like that's on growth.

That's a win.

But also like so chic to cry in Paris.

I will say, Paris is the only city that I can go to that genuinely

makes me pissed off at New York City. Any other city that I go to, I'm like, oh my God,

I love living in New York. Thank God. I live in New York. Paris, I'm like, New York City should be ashamed of themselves.

Like ashamed.

Explain.

Everything is so vibe.

They have restaurants that have been around.

Like literally me and my glam, Mitchell Taylor, Josephine and my mom went out to dinner you you want full housewives

with the glam no I'm different I went to Paris fashion week treat me differently so we're out to

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