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Today I had to tell you about my greatest sexual discovery - ever. Something that made me climb the curtain like no other.
You hesitated for a long time. You waited and said to yourself: "Nah, I'm not going to spend any money. Another pair of Patricias? What's the point? I've already got forty. In gold alone! You thought the pair...
Welcome to you, O month of July, month of Cancers and Lions, sun signs like few others.
What's there to say that hasn't been repeated on this newsletter and everywhere else since its creation 5-6 years ago? That means there have been, at the very least, around 500 since its creation.
Don't worry. It's not just in politics that there are second turns. They also exist in fashion and at Patricia's house. But let's be clear, it's all the same thing.
A promise made, a promise kept (hello Jean-Claude), the sales are coming and they're going to be that breath of fresh air you've been waiting for.
D-4 and we'll have both feet in a new energy season.
We're now a week into summer and a month away from July 14th. Under normal circumstances, I'd have smashed the garden party, its petit-fours, its privileged guests, its shameless freeloaders and its out-of-touch president.
Despite its torrents of water, its cascades of bad news, life has some good news in store. Starting with this newsletter, which should raise the roof of your emotions.
Two weeks to go before summer and its hotplates redden our winnowing cheeks.
Hello little June darling. I hope you're well and that the first days of your coronation have been sweet and empathetic.
The Festival is over, and Vincent Lindon can go back to making his social films, playing the Jean Valjean of French cinema.
Let's be clear, sharp and precise. The purpose of this newsletter is to help you earn money and spend it at the same time.
Ayé Roland Garros has begun, and with it its autumn weather, reminding us that on September 21, the festivities will draw to a close, ushering in an autumn that should be good for the planet, warding off heatwaves and excessive use of air conditioning.
That's it, the big barnum has begun for two weeks that promises to be as limp as a septuagenarian's penis without Viagra.
Just yesterday, when Netflix approached me to write a one-woman show, I had to say no. No, because obviously flattered by such an offer, I went to take a closer look at who I'd be associated with.
Et voilà mes jolies poupées, as Bernard Menez sang in 1983 when I was opening my eyes to the world, here we go again for another 5 years with the JFK from Amiens who has spiced up France in start-up nation mode.
Today, May 6, is first and foremost an important date, because it's the day you receive the newsletter which, little by little, is changing your life.
No sooner have we entered this new presidency than we're stuck with May 1st on a Sunday, and this incessant desire to revolt that makes us want to attack the Ministry of Labor with a pallet jack.
It's official: the French Ministry of Culture has just awarded us the Musée de France label...