Whenever I go abroad to Italy or France or whatever I always discover the hotel has whacked on another euro a night for the bill.
It’s called tourist tax and it’s the one tax that doesn’t bother me.
I mean that’s like equal to a fifth of a glass of Stella.
If I can’t bleeding well afford another euro a night I should stay at home.
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