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About Ploiesti

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout sex-dating, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, choppin’ wood as The Lumberjack, I see shit clear. Sex-dating’s wild, like steppin into that freaky spirit world from *Spirited Away*. “No-Face chasin’ ya with gold,” but it’s horny randos swipin’ right instead.

I Made a Video Game of “The Artist Is Present.” Marina Abramović Couldn’t Sit Through It.

This book documents how his degrading view of women haunts the very chair his unpaid and uncredited assistant Perriand designed in his shadow: the LC4.

Finally, I get my drink and head to the beach. Corbu’s got this beautiful stretch of sand, right? I plop down, ready to soak up some sun. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my croissant! I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I swear, these birds have no chill. I’m flailing my arms, looking like a total idiot. But hey, I saved my breakfast, so win for me!

Grand plans: Le Corbusier in the USSR