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British are gentlemen.

I  met a journalist, an important one. We spent a lovely night together. I told me gorgeous things, but he left. Now he's going to live in Dubai, without me. Thanks to him I passed a magical week.

On ne rencontre jamais les  bonnes personnes aux bons moments, avec lui je serais restee bien des heures a ecouter de la brit pop, discutant de faits divers, de l'Europe et les bienfaits de ses melanges culturels.

Then I found a work. Not yet in a record shop, but in the fucking Hilton Palace. I can't bear my job but I can't complain, I have no choice.

And then : sun, sea, clouds, umbrellas, pubs, alcohol, sex and rock'n'roll.

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