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Dodo, my dear Paris friend. First night was at O'Sullivan's after I got my handbag stolen in Barbès, and I was broke, sad and in a state of chock and so he got me drunk and I thought; wow, good to have a paying friend!!! Yes, please I'll keep him!  (just being honest!)

I have this love/hate thing going on with Dodo. We hurt each other all the time, we say mean things and we stop talking for a while and then be all over each other with excuses and promises never to say anything mean ever again! (yeah right). And he is probably the most irritating friend I have, even from day one I was asking myself; Why the hell am I even bothering with this guy, he is completely mental!?! But, the thing is... I'm kinda mental myself when you think about it.. I'm a Drama Queen, I just love to nag and I love to get tantrums and scream and behave like a crazy lady. He is probably the one person in the whole world who loves me for all my faults, not despite them! 

He is kinda smart, although it can be hard to imagine because he never talks about anything serious and he is obsessed with certain female body parts, a little as if he is stuck at age 14. Sometimes I feel bad for his poor mother having to read and see the dirt he puts on Facebook... I've heard that he likes to read books, but that fact is still to be confirmed by myself.