Of course you remember Martha Duval.
She was playing in
Bouquet final
.
She was Lucrezia Borgia.
This fading glory lives out anything but peaceful days in his Moorish villa on the Côte d'Azur.
It's a beautiful place to wait for the end of the world.
To make this stay sweeter, the diva has hired the services of a gigolo, a former dancer who now considers himself a writer.
No one is fooled, neither he nor she - and, of course, none of their friends.
We pretend.
The laughter rings out too loud.
The evenings skate.
A Jaguar lands in a pond.
A stranger upsets the senses of the parasite, tired of fulfilling the ardor of his patron.
Not one to save the other.
It's the decor that wants it.
Money jumps by the throat.
It has a smell.
On the Riviera, people have stopped holding their noses.
Adrien and Margot, the little youngsters, have long teeth.
They are going to see, eh, these wealthy people.
It's not rocket science to roll them in flour.
Facade cynicism
A real estate developer melts for the young lady...
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