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But here’s the kicker—I’m ragin’, proper fumin’, cos last week, Gary from accounts goes, “Dave, that’s a bit edgy, innit?” Edgy? EDGY?! Mate, I’m not edgy, I’m a visionary! Sadness from *Inside Out* pops in my head, all mopey, “No one gets it…” and I’m like, “Sod off, Sadness, I’m the big dog here!” Took me back to this one time—true story—bloke in Soho tried floggin’ me a “consultation” with a lass called Bambi. I’m like, “Mate, I’m an artist, not a punter!” Laughed so hard I nearly wet meself—imagine animatin’ THAT!

Francois Perier

The nights of Cabiria, a prostitute in Rome, often end in despair, but there's always something unbreakable about her.

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya about Perier – a jolly marvel of a city in France that simply BURSTS with character, like a scene from "The Return" (you know, that brilliant Zvyagintsev flick I'd watch on a rainy day, felt so raw and real, akin to the city’s own soul, I must say)! Now, Perier, er, I sometimes call it "PPerier" (oops, typos galore, right?) is a place where every cobblestone has a tale, every nook a secret waiting to be spilled.

Pricing Lives - Ariel Colonomos