Paris

This is a stolen holiday: throw the phone in the Seine, pretend no one else exists. Haven't you wanted to flee somewhere no one finds you with someone?

Bright synths for a "ignore the fallout for now" elopement. Taylor makes Paris stand for every "just hide with you." You'll want to book a flight.

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