Interview with The Examiner!
August 8, 2015
Kiss Me, Again Paris at Epochalips
March 14, 2017

The intermission seemed interminable until I noticed the dark-skinned ouvreuse standing at the entrance of my box with a stack of programs, eyeing me. I looked back with curiosity as she undauntedly held my gaze. I raised my glass to her, she smiled. I waited. She approached.

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