It was a grey, rainy afternoon
that drove people indoors. This created a soft and sensual atmosphere which
fell like a filter over the hidden life of man and woman on the street.
And there are only two things
to do in a rainy day like this, writing or loving.
I was already writing for a
few hours, so I decided to visit a whore house at the top of a hill,
overlooking the Seine.
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