Brooklyn-born Larry Sugarman, a renowned pest control specialist, stepped off his transatlantic flight from JFK to Charles De Gaulle Airport, weary but determined. Summoned by France's Health Ministry, his mission was crystal clear: in a city known for its perfume and patisseries, he was to become its harbinger of pestilence. His mission: to eradicate the bed bugs that threatened to undermine the glamour of Paris Fashion Week.
"Ah, Monsieur Larry, you are our last hope," sighed Minister Dupont as he greeted him at the airport, his eyes as empty as his promises. The distinguish but unsavory Minister Dupont’s handshake was limp, like his political convictions.
"Hope's a strong word," Larry replied with a chuckle, his Brooklyn accent clashing with the dulcet tones of spoken French around him. "But let's get to work."
"Ah, but first, a tour of our magnificent city!" Dupont insisted as they climbed into a sleek, black sedan, and Dupont began his role as the most exhausting tour guide in the history of tourism.
"As you can see, Monsieur Larry, Paris is a city of resilience! From the French Revolution to the world wars, we have weathered it all!" Dupont prattled on, pointing out landmarks with the fervor of a carnival barker. Larry's eyelids grew heavy; the jet lag was setting in, and Dupont's monologue was less stimulating than a lullaby.
"And now, to our current crisis—the bed bugs!" Dupont's voice took on a grave tone. "They've invaded our hotels, our homes, even our most sacred institutions!"
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