Peitor, on the terrace of the new apartment in Nice, France! The new home of Abstract Absurdity Productions!! Right on the Mediterranean.
He sent this a couple of days ago. He had a friend visiting from London.
I keep forgetting to post this!
Monthly Archives: November 2023
Getting better by the minute!!
Well, sort of.
But I am feeling worlds better than I felt yesterday. And today I also seem to have my voice back. (Although I’ve only spoken to a handful of cats, so it’s sort of hard to judge.)
I spoke with my dad on the phone yesterday, and he was rather worried, from the sound of my voice — or, actually, the nearly complete lack of a voice — that I wouldn’t be able to come for Thanksgiving. A mere 4 days away.
We spoke for maybe 10 minutes, and I lost count of how many times he told me to “just rest — don’t do anything!”. So I really am trying to not doing anything. I don’t want to disappoint him or myself. And so today I do feel better.
And I slept until almost 7 this morning!! Unheard of for me. So that was great. But I awoke to quite a flurry of Amish men, teaming all over the house directly across from me on W. 1st Street.
That lucky neighbor is getting a new roof today!!!!
(The view from my bedroom window this morning. Sort of.)
I only have a mere 14 more months before I can reapply to everyone imaginable for funds to help me get a new roof… But the minute those funds are there, the Amish will be all over my roof, too.
Believe me. I can’t wait.
Okay, so if you are watching the news or looking at everything going on on the back channels, etc., you will probably scoff when I say that there is “no news today”. But, honestly, gang. there is just no news. It is all complete chaos, leading to God only knows what.
I did see a mention that BRICS is meeting to discuss the Gaza thing, so perhaps Putin’s declaration of war on Israel will come from that… I guess we will wait and see.
The whole thing is just sickening, really. Regardless of what’s true and what isn’t, and worse — what never was true. It’s all just sickening. To simply say that I’m “so over it” doesn’t really do justice to how worn out I am from all the endless lies.
And speaking of lies…
In a similar vein — in my seemingly endless research for my novella Novitiate, I’m reading this (it is endlessly astounding and mind-numbing):
Talk about going down rabbit holes. It is similar to the articles on MK Ultra and LSD and the counter-culture that I posted links to here a couple of months ago. It’s all connected, really.
(Oh, and isn’t it interesting that a Rothschild produced records for The Doors and Janis Joplin, and that both Columbia Records and Atlantic Records had connections to Washington DC? Honestly, gang, it never stops — the truly sinister underbelly of the music scene in the 1960s.)
Anyway. My brain hurts but I’m feeling better.
Nick Cave sent out a really touching Red Hand File today, to a guy wanting advice about performing songs publicly that were written in memory of his grandfather, who recently died. Or were written under the spiritual influence of his grief.
Part of Nick’s reply:
“But I have come to understand that the feeling of creative control is an illusion, that the songs are predetermined and have their own destiny, that they are not our own…“
You can read it in full here.
When I was a songwriter, I definitely had feelings along those lines. I would sit with my guitar, and a chord would suddenly resonate with me — that would then lead to another chord, then a melody forming, which would end up being a sort of portal for lyrics to come through.
Songs had their own beginnings and my mind was the doorway for it to arrive in the physical.
I have similar feelings about stories and novels, but it’s not exactly the same.
Okay. Let me get started on things here today — well, get started while not doing anything…
I hope you have a great Monday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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James Tabor has been doing a great series on YouTube regarding the many Christians around the world, wanting to connect the Book of Revelation with what’s happening now in Israel. (Meaning: “these are the End Times”.)
He has a new lecture this morning, but there have already been several before this. They are all really thorough and thought-provoking–
Bible Prophecy # 22 Twenty-First Century Expectations–Putting it ALL Together! (31 minutes):
And breakfast-listening music!! When my soul needs peace, this is my go-to song, for sure. (I love you & miss you so much, Tom!!) Enjoy.
Sunday Morning in the Hinterlands
Okay. I have 4 uninterrupted days to myself here and I absolutely MUST get well or I can’t go down to be with my dad on Thanksgiving.
I am so sick now, gang, it’s ridiculous. It’s just a cold, but now it has turned into a really bad one — because for the past 3 days, I refused to stay home from the train station because of the Beaujolais Nouveau celebration stuff. Plus, the evenings got really cold here and I kept insisting on wearing this little hoodie that’s made for, like, late summer weather. (i.e., I was fucking freezing anytime I went outside.)
Anyway. The celebration is over. It was a success. And I managed to get really, really sick.
The only thing I found interesting this morning, was from Nino– (yes, btw — I believe the Earth is flat)–
SPACEX FAILS!! YET..WE WENT TO THE MOON?? YOU DECIDE! (5 mins):
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The stuff about the “real” J6 tapes finally coming out — I think that’s great, folks. J6 lost me a lot of colleagues and friends because they refused to believe me when I tried to tell them that the mainstream news was lying to them…
So I’m glad to finally see the true tapes materializing, but it still feels like too little, too late and no one is going to pay attention.
But that could just be me feeling “under the weather.”
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Oh, also regarding flat Earth stuff — if that whole idea is new to you, there is some amazing stuff heading your way in the near future. Among that stuff, are old maps of what earth actually looked like in the days before people believed in outer space.
These are just a couple, from Goodliontv — the potential world beyond the ice walls. The first map is at the UN:
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Here’s this!! Charlie Watts with his daughter when she was a very little girl! Probably around 1969. I love this photo. (Charlie is deceased now but he was the drummer for the Rolling Stones for about 60 years, in case you don’t know him.)
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Real Raw News has had several articles recently that were interesting, but that were a little confusing to me, so I haven’t been posting them. But I will at least point out this one, because I really, really don’t get it. Is it optics? Is it real? Someone questioned Phil about this recently, but his answer didn’t sound very decisive.
Only time will tell, gang–
The United States Navy Judge Advocate General’s Corps has indicted former Trump lawyer Jenna Ellis on charges of treason and aiding and abetting the enemy, a JAG source told Real Raw News. […]”
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Aside from banks failing — in Japan, and now Citigroup is laying off a massive amount of people tomorrow –that’s really it.
I’m going to TAKE IT EASY here today. I really, really am.
Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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Another great one from Tom Waits’ newly remastered album, Rain Dogs (1983). But I give you fair warning — this crazy little tune can get stuck in your head!! Enjoy, gang. (This version is the original from 1983, not remastered.)
“Cemetery Polka”
Uncle Vernon
Uncle Vernon
Independent as a
Hog on ice
He’s a big shot down there
At the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion
For Mr. Weiss
Uncle Biltmore and
Uncle William
Made a
Million during
World War II
But they’re tightwads
And they’re
Cheap skates
And they’ll never
Give a dime to you
Auntie Mame
Has gone
Insane
She lives in
The doorway of an old hotel
And the
Radio’s playing opera and
All she ever says
Is go to Hell
Uncle Violet
Flew as a pilot
He said there
Ain’t no pretty
Girls in France
Now he runs a
Tidy little
Bookie joint they say
He never
Keeps it in his pants
Uncle Bill
Will never leave a will
And the tumour is as
Big as an egg
He has a mistress
She’s Puerto Rican
And I heard she has
A wooden leg
Uncle Phil
Can’t live without his pills
He has emphysema and
He’s almost blind
And we must find out
Where the money is
Get it now
Before he loses his mind
Uncle Vernon
Uncle Vernon
Independent as a
Hog on ice
He’s a big shot down there
At the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion
For Mr. Weiss
c- 1983 Thomas Alan Waits
So far, a complete success
Yes, I did manage to make my cold 99% worse by going back to the train station before I was over it, and I am utterly exhausted and feel like I’m 110 years old and I’m now battling laryngitis…
However, the Beaujolais Nouveau 2023!celebration at the train station has been a complete and fantastic success.
The guests are LOVING it — and most of them had no idea what Beaujolais Nouveau even was. They just wanted to show up and find out.
Last night, it rained and was cold, so the patio was closed and we couldn’t light the fire pits, and we can only seat about 26 people inside. But we stayed busy all evening and almost ran out of food!
And we’re down to only 12 bottles of Beaujolais Nouveau to sell by Thanksgiving — and we still have another round of celebrating tonight!🥳 So, yay!!
And people are loving the French 60s pop music — mostly the Ye Ye girl stuff. But on Thursday evening, an older woman, with some type of European accent that I didn’t recognize, was sitting at the counter, drinking a glass of Beaujolais, the lights were dim, the votives were flickering, and she called me over and said, “What is this music?”
“Serge Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot, singing a song called ‘Bonnie and Clyde’.”
She had such a serious expression. She said, “It’s wonderful.”
So the guests are having an incredible time, the cooks are making incredible food (!!), and Wendy (my co-worker) and I are having a blast . (I just wish I felt better….. )
Okay. Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
More News from Bizarro-land
The news is slim today, indeed, gang.
The fake Biden called “his friend” Xi a “Dictator” in front of everybody. (You know, for people who have no clue what’s going on, that all of this is fake, that Xi is in on the whole thing, they must just want to tear their hair out.)
And then a bunch of really offensive (paid actors?) “illegal” pro-Palestinian protestors attacked the DNC offices in DC last night and had everyone running for cover.
A lovely — and really, really, really REALLY loud — protestor:
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Honestly, that’s it.
Here’s that interview Nick Cave did with Rick Rubin right after his solo tour-with-bass-player ended in Los Angeles a couple weeks ago (1 hr 23 mins):
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Another great photo of Keith!! (You know, I’m putting together notes, notes, and more notes, for a memoir I am going to write about the various different father figures in my life, and Keith Richards is the only one of all of them who isn’t dead yet. (This doesn’t count my adoptive dad, who is terminally ill but still alive). Anyway. if you know anything about the life of Keith Richards, it is kind of amazing that he, of all people on Earth who had such a profound affect on my entire life, is still alive.)
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So, I am still a little bit sick with that cold but I have to head back to the train station today, because we are having our Beaujolais Nouveau 2023 celebration. starting tonight.
This was, of course, my idea, since no one on Earth expects a tiny 200-year-old train station in the middle of Nowhere Ohio to be celebrating the annual release of the Beaujolais Nouveau.
I had to basically beg for it, starting way back in September, and I finally got everyone onboard, and 2 cases of Georges Duboeuf were ordered and delivered, and the social media promotions went out — and so now I have to be in top energetic form to MOVE THOSE BOTTLES of wine before Thanksgiving, or at the very latest, by Christmas….
But my nighttime co-workers, who are a whole different breed from the daytime staff, except for one of the day shift girls who is like a daughter to me. But anyway. They are so enthusiastic. Everyone’s dressing in retro-French garb tonight and we’ll be blasting (and I mean blasting) 60s French pop music on the sound system — France Gall, Francoise Hardy, some famous Serge Gainsbourg duets, Dalida, Juliette Grecco, and various Ye Ye girls, etc.
My dear friend Kara is even going to stop in, either tonight or tomorrow. So it really should be fun. However… I am so fucking tired….
But on we go.
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Enjoy your Beaujolais Nouveau day, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya.
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I leave you with another great one from Tom Waits’ Rain Dogs, 1983 — which was just remastered and it is great!! This one below, “Gun Street Girl,” is not remastered here. And I have the lyrics below, too, because I think that some of the songs I posted yesterday are hard to understand. Okay. Enjoy.
“Gun Street Girl”
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
He fell in love with a Gun Street girl and
Now he’s dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a bran’ new Michigan 20 gauge
Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door
I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
Sitting in a sycamore in St. John’s Wood
Soakin’ day old bread in kerosene
He was blue as a robin’s egg brown as a hog
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin’ by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Now the rain’s like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern’s pullin’ out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin’ of a blind man’s cane
Pullin’ into Baker on a New Year’s Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran’ new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman’s raincoat and her long yellow hair, well
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
Bangin’ on a table with an old tin cup
Sing I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
c – 1983 Thomas Alan Waits
I forgot about this!
Even though I am amazed by how much better I feel today over yesterday, I am staying (mostly) in bed just to get to 100%.
But this morning, I forgot to post this, so I am back at my desk!
In the event you’re interested in Tom Waits…
This is one of my favorite records of all time. Seriously. It ranks in my Top 5. And it was just remastered.
I listened to it last night, in my bed, candles lit. Me, trying not to cough, etc.
And I was really overcome. They did a great job.
I hadn’t listened to this album in it’s entirety for a few years. And so many memories came rushing back — mostly memories of living in that hellhole on E.12th Street in the East Village in NYC in the early 1980s.
This album came out in 1983, right when I left my first husband and moved to E.12th Street because it was all I could afford while staying in Manhattan. (Back then, the East Village was just a god-awful, bombed out sort of war zone. Really high crime, tons of drugs, cops were almost worse than the criminals. However, I have such incredible memories of my life there because it was just so intense.)
Anyway. I wanted to share this with you, in case you wanted to get it.
Tom Waits, Rain Dogs, Re-Mastered 2023
Here are a three of my absolutely favorite songs from the album (1983 – these are not remastered). Enjoy.
Okay, back to bed!!
Still More News That’s Hard to Figure Out!
Phil just posted a comm — a photo of himself in an old London-style phone booth in Arizona, the old London Bridge in the background, with a Christmas wreath on it. He’s wearing a t-shirt that appears to be a “Phoenix” rising…
Lots of people decoding it on his private chat. To me, it seems like it’s more comms about the Royals (?), or London’s Government falling? And maybe something huge happening over revealing election fraud in Arizona?
Also, Phil seems very calm.
I’m not good at decoding, gang, so I rely on lots of other people’s opinions. We shall see how this goes!
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Apparently, there were 290,000 protestors at the pro-Israel rally in DC yesterday. It was peaceful, and well organized. (4 mins.):
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Also, President Trump’s elder sister died yesterday:
“My great sister, Maryanne, passed away yesterday at the age of 86. A truly beautiful woman, tall and elegant, with a presence like no other, she was also a tremendous student, intellect, and Judge, in charge of the United States Court of Appeals for the Third Circuit, just below the U.S. Supreme Court. Her life was largely problem free, PERFECT, until I made it difficult for her when I decided to run for President. The Fake News, and others, went after her mercilessly, and because of the fact that she felt it inappropriate, due to her position, to defend herself, it just never stopped! While tough and strong, she was made to suffer in those years from 2016 until her Retirement. I will never forget the many times people would come up to me and say, “Your sister was the smartest person on the Court.” I was always honored by that, but understood exactly what they meant—They were right! She was a great Judge, and a great sister. She will be truly missed!”
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In my own life — I want to promote this to you. I always keep it on hand and it is incredible:
Yesterday, I came down with a cold and got one of those wretched sore throats. Quick-Blast is amazing at getting rid of that sore throat almost instantly.
I also take a bunch of other stuff — tons of elderberry, echinacea, reishi, oil of oregano, colloidal silver nasal spray. Etc. And then old-fashioned chest rub to stop from coughing so that I can sleep….
(And, yes, I did have yet another one of those confounding, endless, frustrating dreams last night, but at least this one didn’t break my heart.)
And then, lo & behold, the cold is just about gone this morning. I’m planning to stay in bed all day, too, just to be safe. Next week is Thanksgiving, and if I’m sick with anything at all, I can’t be around my dad.
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Valerie has a lot of stuff going on in her life this week — none of it good. So we can’t work on my Zazzle store. It’s frustrating, because it is almost ready. And I know how much you wanted that 1954 Powder Blue Pickup coffee mug by Christmas…
By the way — thank you to everyone who is reading me on substack. You guys are just amazing.
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I forgot to mention that our play, “The Guide to Being Fabulous”, finished its run Sunday in Toronto. The audiences really loved that show, gang. And just before it closed, Broadway World gave it yet another great review. (You can read it at that link.)
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Okay, that’s it.
Enjoy your day, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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Yes, Tom Jones continues around here…. another great one. Enjoy.
Tuesday Round-Up
There is not much out there that is really interesting, gang. As you can probably figure out all on your own. It is so much noise and almost all of it optics.
I thought this was interesting, though — to me, it sort of proves that Bongino is in on the whole Q thing, but that he has his own mission: to wake up Conservative normies who refuse to believe in Q.
Posted on il DonaldoTrumpo last night — Dan Scavino (Q-team) and Dan Bongino (close friend of Donald Trump) at what looks like the UFC 295 fight in NYC:
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Xi has allegedly left today for that historic (or hysterical) meeting in San Francisco with the fake Biden…
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There is a pro-Israel rally in DC today. About 60,000 protesters are expected and the Mayor has called in the National Guard, just in case there’s the same kind of chaos the pro-Palestinians caused.
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And Patriot Princess had some interesting Q-Gematria decodes. Having to do with the fake Biden’s 81st birthday coming up next week, and a full moon and maybe the fake 81-year-old Biden having a heart attack while driving his Corvette on the full moon??
Wouldn’t that be nice? But I guess we’ll just see.
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Michael Jackson had an interesting point:
“If there were victims, there are perps. Arrest them now. Release the list”
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In other news–
I want this for Christmas!! New, in the Keith Richards store ($30):
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In other, other news–
Nick Cave gave a 17-year-old lad in Rome, Italy some great advice today on becoming a singer — basically, he said: don’t think so much, just go for it.
You can read it in full here.
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That’s it for now.
Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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Yes! I overslept this morning. More intensely maddening, disheartening dreams. But I don’t have to do anything today but write, so it doesn’t matter that I overslept…
Meanwhile–
Breakfast-listening music from today!!! TWO, yes two — choices!! Both of them are terrific!! Enjoy.
Off to town, once more!!
Sorry for the absence, gang, but there really hasn’t been anything to report on here that you don’t already know about — mounting optics, psyops, chaos, noise. So frustrating.
And here in my personal world, there has just been the battle with sorrow, confusion, despair. Even my dreams at night have been the kind that tear your heart out.
Anyway. I have to go to town this morning because my crazy amazing Honda Sport Civic needs another oil change (!!), and tire rotation. Doesn’t it seem like I just did that??
Anyway. Then I have to get the groceries.
If anything comes up today, I will drop by the blog and post it!
Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
God’s Not Done yet
There is no news yet today, gang, although the stock market closed yesterday way way way in the red… I think from now on it will be moment by moment.
And Xi is apparently going to be “meeting with (fake) Biden in San Francisco” beginning Nov. 15th…that should be more than interesting and/or more optics and a complete waste of time. We shall see.
In my own life….
I got some really disheartening news about my dad yesterday. Not that it’s unexpected because he is really far along with cancer, but you just wish that somehow, you didn’t have to see the end of the movie, right?
I don’t blog about this stuff, but I will say that my dad and I had a very tumultuous relationship for about 50 years, but then suddenly, a few months ago, everything changed and it was like those 50 years completely evaporated and he “suddenly became” the dad he was when I was a little girl. And he was a great dad when I was a little girl, growing up in Cleveland. I am going to miss him so much.
Anyway, it is heartbreaking. But hopefully he will still be able to be present at Thanksgiving. My stepsisters and their families will be there, too, including my nephew whom I haven’t seen since before the scamdemic. — and even then, it was at my stepmom’s funeral. He has now already graduated college. How that happened, I have no clue, since he is only about 10 years old… (where did the time go, gang?)
Well, I am hoping that Thanksgiving will happen and that it will be a happy time, all things considered.
But in brighter news — and this is what I mean by my title for the blog today–
Peitor just now texted me some photos of what will soon be the NEW HOME of our micro-film production company, Abstract Absurdity Productions!!! On the Mediterranean in Nice, France. Just awesome, gang.
It is something to live for, right? The thought that after all this horrible war stuff is finally over, he and I will get back to work on “Lita måste gå! (Lita’s Got to Go!)” and the dozen other micro films we had in the works before the scamdemic.
And that is sort of it, at least for now.
Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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France Gall, 1964, “Laisse tomber les filles”. Enjoy.
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