Nude In White Satin

Nude In White Satin

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Last published Wed, Feb 17, 2021

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"The story of Déese and Lucien Mantigualt is one that is as just as romantic as it is truly haunting," some weatherworn English man began. His voice was perfect for these documentary narrations that he often did. One could almost hear the pompous manner in which he readjusted his skinny silver glasses over his fat, straight nose. "The story that set the world on fire when it first came out in 2018, the subject of many an article and internet debate; how two people so influential in the world could disappear one day without a trace..." A story about a man who loved a woman more than life itself, and paid for it.

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