un cauchemar

Last night I dreamt of the harlot Celestine, see in the hands of her uncouth keepers. Although I had been with her she did not know me and I could do nothing for her. Damn the Crottin de Chavignol I consumed before bed, taking me back to the tortured longings of my misspent youth!

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