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So, I’m thinkin—where do ya even start? Back alleys? Shady websites? Total sketchville. I’d probs be all nervous, like Monsieur Gustave tryna keep shit classy while dodgin cops. “The plot thickens, as they say!” Maybe I’d hit up some dive bar—neon lights flickerin, stinkin of cheap booze. Saw this chick once, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig like she owned the joint. Total vibe. Made me happy, dunno why—grit’s hot, I guess.

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Oh, and the river Nivelle! Flows peaceful, yet whispers history, like Alfred droppin' wisdom in the dark. I like to take long strolls along its banks after a busy day at the spa. It is so soothing but sometimes I get mad when tourists block my secret bench to watch the sunset. Y’know, “Why so serious?” isn't it?

Bertrand Chamayou's superb Satie and Cage in Festival Ravel finale