| #1 | The Letter 'S' | Comedy | 'brillant' | ||
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Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky. |
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| #1 | The Letter 'S' | Comedy | 'i like' | ||
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Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky. |
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| #1 | The Letter 'S' | Comedy | 'ok' | ||
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Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky. |
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| #1 | The Letter 'S' | Comedy | 'so so' | ||
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Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky. |
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| #1 | The Letter 'S' | Comedy | 'bad' | ||
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Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky. |
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| #1 | The Letter 'S' | Comedy | 'not rated' | ||
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Paris. August, 12th 2005. "Le Montmartre Hotel" room thirty-six, third floor of this astonishing pale-white Romanesque building. The sun had just risen and so had I. The French life got me first in the morning; some strong nice odour woke me up. It was the fragrance of fresh baguettes from the bakery opposite the road. The room was so lifeless but this scent filled my space from corner to corner. The light blue colour of the walls was making a continuous pattern with the sky. |
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