I’ve come to the realization that my step-mother is a bit of a bad influence on me.

I should have first realized it back in 1996, when she announced to my father and I that the three of us should go see this great movie about the U.S. Constitution she’d been reading about, The People vs. Larry Flynt.

Or maybe I should have put it together back in March, when she took my grandmother, aunt, cousin, and me on a, ahem, titillating trip to see the dancing girls at the Lido.

Instead, the lightbulb finally went off over my head last week, when Randi, Charles and I hopped in a taxi and went to dinner at Le Pre Catalan, a nice restaurant nestled in the middle of the Bois de Boulogne. The Bois de Boulogne is a wooded park to the west of Paris, just outside the city limits.

It turns out the Bois de Boulogne serves as a sort of nature sanctuary for its most prominent indigenous creature, the streetwalker.  There seems to be little threat of extinction in the Bois de Boulogne area, much though Sarkozy has tried. The entire park is filled, filled!, with hookers. I’m told that most of them are a little more Ronaldo than Rooney, if you know what I mean.

So, if you were saddened by the end of Craig’s List Adult Services, you now know where to turn.  Just ask Randi, she’ll show you…