The Lost Gigolo

I was going mad living in a small, dying French town. So I ran to the nearest international airport and hopped onto the first airplane I saw. I didn’t care where I went or whether I would survive to see the next sunset. I have only one mission â€" to sleep with as many foreign women as I can. You losers think you are players, carving that notch on your belt after each conquest. That could have been awesome in the 19th century, but now we live in the global economy where vast networks of ships, airplanes, and buses connect the whole world and its people together. So I took the ultimate player’s game, and I tweaked the game up a notch. I no longer carve notches on my belt. Instead, I collect flags. The world has roughly 200 countries brimming with exotic cuties, and I plan to sleep with all of them. My name is Francois, and this is my adventure. I dare you losers to keep up with me.