Once Upon a Time in Monaco

Once Upon a Time in Monaco

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"For how many weeks exactly are we staying?" I say looking around and trying to accept that we are in the most expensive European country in the world. And I am a law student on a very tight budget. "For just one week."She says still smiling." I already booked us a hotel in Monte-Carlo, so take your bags and prepare yourself for the best holiday of your life! I do as she says and try to assimilate all the new information, as my best friend keeps talking. My name is Jude Thompson. I am 21 years old, a law student who lives in Chicago, USA. Right now I am in Monaco, with my best friend, who with her dad's money bought us a flight for my birthday, without telling me where we were going and booked us a hotel. And now I am on a mission called "how-to-not- go-broke-in-monaco". Wish me luck.
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