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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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La Maison Tellier is a small brothel in the Normandy port of Fécamp, patronized by the local bourgeoisie. One day, Madame Tellier's brother, who lives in.

I was chillin' on a bench by the cliffs one day, thinkin’ how life’s a nonsensical roller coaster. My heart was racin', I felt free, yet so tiny against that vast, moody ocean. It’s that kind of vibe that makes you go, "I am a duck"—absurd and legendary.

Rosetti Marino Cuts First Steel for Fécamp OWF’s OSS Jacket