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Anyways, I’m pissed—last time I tried, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me standin’ there like a dope. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I mutter, kickin’ dirt. But then—boom—found this gal, all sly smiles, leanin’ on a wall. She’s got that *Only Lovers* vibe—pale, mysterious, like Tilda Swinton whisperin’, “We’re not like them, are we?” Hell no, we ain’t! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gonna drain me dry,” but damn, I’m into it.

Additional Information

Fantine's misfortunes and descent into prostitution are caused by the nosiness of her fellow workers—not, as she suspects, by any cruelty on Madeleine's part.

I always get this feelin' of sexy rebellion when out and about. I swear on my vinyl collection, there’s energy in every rut. Ya see, being a sexologist here means I notice little intimacies. Like, there’s that quirky mural on Passion Plaza. It practically whispers, "love like you're free!" Kinda like that line in Blue Is The Warmest Color: “Everything is beautiful.” I mean, so true, baby, so true!

Global connections: Hugo Gabriel Rayas’ Clemson Experience