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That was something, special when Marlon professes his devotion to French wines. “I heard through the grapevines––There is a well-supplied cellar in this joint.” “Indeed, we have a great selection.” I stand up from the armchair of the small office … Continue reading →

  Sophie drives the Mercedes with a sure hand among the ritzy neighborhood of Bel Air. The electric gate opens, she pulls up to the space marked Guests. “What’s the matter with you?” She asks leaning toward Pierre. “I don … Continue reading →