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Once, this chick—pro as fuck—whispers, “Relax, motherfucker,” and I’m like, “Bitch, I’m tryin’!” Felt like Betty and Rita, lost in some dream—Lynch-level weirdness. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels like your soul’s gettin’ kneaded. Gaming community’d love this—stress from headshots? Gone, motherfucker! So yeah, sexual-massage—dope, trippy, fuckin’ *Mulholland Drive* in your bones. “Silencio,” my ass—moan all you want!

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Then, around noon, this lady walks in. She’s got this fancy hat, like she’s off to the races or something. Turns out, she’s a local artist. We start chatting about the art scene in Saintes. I mean, have you seen the murals on Rue de la République? They’re sick! She’s all passionate, and I’m just nodding, trying to keep my cool.

Jean–Marc Bustamante | La Chambre Des Saintes