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La feuille Normande, j'écoute.

Ah bon? Vous êtes sûr?

Très bien, merci.

Marcel, tu vas tomber.

Ils viennent de fermer la résidence beau séjour.

Non, qui ça? Les gendarmes, ce matin.

C'est un scoop, non?

Ouais.

Non!

Marcel, vous êtes un incapable.

You don't know how to knock at the machine, you don't know how to knock at

the door, and you knock all the secretaries.

No! Sir, sir, please, let me explain one thing. What do you want to explain?

You are incapable, I'm fed up, there are limits that we can't exceed.

In a word, like in a thousand, you're screwed.

And that's where I place my secret boot.

The office just closed, its director is on leave.

No. Yes, and I was going to go interview the personnel.

No one will talk, it's a real mess.

But I personally know a nurse who worked there.

Hello,

hello.

First the gendarmes, then the journalists.

What journalists? I'm the journalist.

That's true, you're the first.

But I feel like they won't be long enough to get back on their feet.

Think about it. If they give me the exclusivity of your confidences, the

others will get their asses kicked.

Look at yourself.

You're the ugliest scribbler in your newspaper.

Maybe.

But they're better than Bezer.

What does that mean, Bezer?

I'll explain.

Tell me, when did the special treatment start at the residence?

What special treatment?

Well, you see what I mean, those who are not rewarded by social security.

Well, it's true that at the beginning, Beau Séjour was rather intended to treat

depressions. And at the end, he treated erections.

But what are erections?

I'll explain.

We were obliged, because there were very seriously depressed.

For example, there was one who loved to be chained.

Then another, when he left to walk in the countryside, was disguised as a

woman.

I think it's great when you have a depression, to be on top of it.

Oh, my God.

Tell me, it doesn't look very medical, all this treatment, huh?

Maybe, but in the meantime, it was really effective.

We were very close to following a cure at the end of the day.

Even from abroad.

Come on, don't bother.

You don't eat anything, miss?

No, regime, regime.

But in any case, the director agreed, didn't he?

You talk.

But he didn't require any orders at first.

Of course.

But they had this formula.

And the more zeros there were, the more the director closed his eyes.

And he ended up sleeping on the mago.

Yes, he shot himself with it before the gendarmes arrived.

You, I bet you know where he's hiding.

And where are you going?

Where am I going? Where am I going?

Anyway, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

Okay.

Complice and lover of his boss.

That's clean.

But what does it mean, love?

You can say whatever you want.

Me, waiting for this man, I put him at the top.

He knows how to write, at least.

It's not like certain.

And what did your phoenix write?

I announce.

Cold air treatment, fever, and muscle pain. Thomas, isn't that medicine?

Professor Bittenlair.

And you don't ask me what that means, huh?

It's your pseudonym.

You better take a look. You'll tell me the news.

Gaston was sucked by two little whores in heat.

Tell me, it's rather daring as a treatment of curvature, isn't it?

It's the new medicine.

It's like the new cuisine.

We suck a lot.

Continue.

On the back, Gaston bandaged a lot.

And he was impatient to put his two asses at the same time.

Put? What does that mean?

You'll see tonight.

Thank you.

Whoa.

Frenetically, Carole raises her legs by surrounding her partner's hips.

Then, with a violent push, the congested dick forces the welcoming ram.

As in a dream, the young woman, without the dick, has cut off her flesh, plunged

herself into it.

Very far.

A stream of sweat immediately drenches her kidneys.

She is sighing.

Yes, yes, yes!

In her burning body, the verge is still inflating, immeasurably.

Oh.

that the young woman is suffering unbearably.

There is this fire that devours her more and more.

From her slit, her abundant juice flows like a spring.

Her hand surrounds the base of the inflated and soaked bitt by the honey of

her jouissance.

What is this inflated bitt?

It's starting to do well.

Isn't that literature?

I wouldn't be surprised if they had the next contest.

It gave me thirst.

It gave me something else.

Are you kidding me?

No.

Come on, Marcel. I'll do something I used to do on my patients.

No, no, no.

First, you'll tell me the rest, because I don't want to be on the shelf after.

Are you ready?

You're not afraid of the North, are you?

Work, work, huh?

Well, first, it started with a transfer session.

You imagine yourself in someone else's place, making love.

And then, there was the shaving of the minnow.

Oh, my God, slowly.

So...

Le transfer.

Qu'est-ce que ce transfer?

um

Hmm.

And then first of all, I said everything I knew.

Even to the gendarmes?

You looked at me.

And you think I'm going to believe you? When the gendarmes asked you like that,

where is the director, you gently answered, I don't know, he's gone, he's

not here. Is that it?

Exactly. And that's the truth.

You know what I think?

That your so-called director on horseback, he's hiding.

Here, at your place.

You're a real pain in the neck.

What I want, you know, is just an interview with your director.

Without that, I'm going to talk about everything that's in there.

To the gendarmes.

Like a bastard, you're standing right there.

But what's a bastard?

Who is it? Is it you, Sophie?

Yes, Mr. Director.

Tell me, who is it?

What is this idiot?

A journalist.

Are you crazy? Are you trying to trick me?

How did you get here?

Marcel Biffo, from the Norman Files. I'd like to ask you one or two questions.

No.

That's a sound I could never resist.

What do you want to know?

Did you practice group therapy?

Of course.

We organized parties between patients, like in any good clinic.

And did you take part in this session?

No, but he's leaving or what?

But of course, rigolo, I practiced the operations myself.

Even if there were some... Sometimes I took nions because there were some

curious clients. A bit like you, by the way.

I would have seen you in one of my consultations, your little journalist

friend.

Hey.

What's that?

Well, she has copyrights, Pardy.

And also, maybe, the hope of going on TV, in a literary show, and then reading

a few passages, why not?

With this kind of prose, you have no chance.

Ah, yes, well, that's what I'm sorry about.

But I would have liked to see what it was like on the small screen.

I have a video camera here. Can we do such an experiment?

Ah, that's a good idea, that. OK.

And then, me, it would give me a chance to have an exclusive interview.

Hello, Mr. Davide.

How are you, my dear director? You're going to become famous.

Yes, well, after that, I'd rather take the plane to the Fiji Islands.

Ready? Ready.

I'm going to choose a very disgusting one. It will change them into bananas.

One day, when the priest of the parish seemed to be less willing to pleasure

and his sex a little more lazy, he came to the mind of Sister Thérèse the idea

of taking this one in his mouth.

and to pet him to excite the great priest.

Sister Thérèse knew in any case that petting would make her sick, but the

priest was too strong.

The only gland distended the lips of the little sister. He barely held between

his tongue and his palate, with great regret because she found this big gland

a completely adorable flavor.

But the priest began to find the time long and consulted his watch.

The mass was approaching.

and the faithful were already in the church.

And so, mother, you're not going to leave me like that, said the good priest

to Sister Thérèse.

Now the big bitch was doing a huge job under the sultan.

Surely the faithful would find that weird if they saw their priest appear

before this promontory.

The little sister gathered her strength and kissed the object of worship with

ardent insistence. She achieved a result much earlier than she supposed.

A few seconds after she had started, the priest groaned like a beast.

She felt...

hit her in the palm, along her verge, the top of her back, and almost at the

same time, he jumped over, ejaculated, and the cannon of flesh flooded the

transfigured face of Sister Thérèse. Flap!

Not too long after, the priest, who was already tidying up and taking care of

her, got out of the sacristy by slamming the door.

Sister Thérèse got up, rubbing her painful knees.

He's never happy, this big fool.

I don't think it's bad at all.

Did you read it to your patients? Of course, it was part of the treatment.

Even one day?

By hearing this passage, a woman undressed and started a striptease in

front of everyone.

Mm.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Oh, no!

Hmm.

Mmm. Mmm.

Ah. Mmm.

Ah. Ah.

Mmm. Ah.

Ah. Ah.

Did you call this nurse?

Not just the nurse, but the director himself.

Exclusive interview.

Shocking revelations.

You reserved the first page.

If it's true, I'll increase it. Where are you? Secret.

Don't forget that the director is on leave. He's keeping his safety.

All right, all right.

Tell me, my little Marcel, I lost my checkbook. You wouldn't have found it by

chance. Your checkbook?

No, no.

Well, I have to go, because the director still has revelations to make.

Goodbye.

It's annoying, there were three checks signed in white.

Here.

This is the video tape.

And this is... ...the light of

the interview.

Thank you. How are you?

Could you add a little zero here?

Zero of more, zero of less.

Anyway, it's my boss who pays.

Tell me, how long has it been, this little trip to the stay clinic?

Oh, well, three years. Three years of happiness, three years of... until the

day of the story with my little Odette.

Odette? Yeah.

It was a young nurse.

She was very young.

She was coming for an internship in Toronto.

Yeah, but be careful.

She was a minor.

You can't stop a vocation that's 95 centimeters around the neck.

She wanted to link her body to medicine.

That's it.

But since she was a minor, I kept her in the shade until the day... Until the day

she wanted to do a swing in the garden next door. That's it. And then the shit

started. Tell me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mom.

and when they finished with her swing... They stopped swinging.

The next day, that is, this morning, the gendarmes landed.

Yes, and I just had time to... By the way, our plane leaves in an hour.

It might be time to go.

I thought you were going together.

Not together, because she prefers to be in my hands than in the justice's.

It's funny.

We're looking for you.

And you, you find happiness in blood.

What do you want? In my life, I've seen more ass than a subway bench. And on the

market, I've filled my pockets.

But as wealth is what is least forgiven to people, so I'm tired.

One last question before you leave.

Your galore is obsessed.

The most lit is called the Calve.

Brutus, without a doubt.

A dominator.

Yes, and a very handsome guy, very chic, very, very as it should be.

But then, the little darlings, he brought the baguette.

Said it well.

Thank you.