Jacqueline: For me, the street of des Echols is the street of love, crazy love, and I was seventeen years old, and my man had a big mouth, a mouth that seemed to be whistling all the time. His painting was confused and turbulent, some dark things in ...
Jacqueline: For me, the street of des Echols is the street of love, crazy love, and I was seventeen years old, and my man had a big mouth, a mouth that seemed to be whistling all the time. His painting was confused and turbulent, some dark things in Prussian blue color, the paintings were so big and all of them were terrible, terrible things that needed to be outside, people didn't like me, I was from the countryside, I had a certain freshness, he said that I was his Greek marble statue, My daughters, what a pain they have to suffer with Brigitte Bardot's fashion, we should have lost kilos
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