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No wonder Hitler hit this place so hard. PARTY TOWN. (KIDDING, RELAX)
Christ, it doesn't get dark till almost midnight. What-to-do...What-to-do!
I had a lot of work to catch up on, so I shut it down inside this great suite at The
Lancaster. Never been here before but will most certainly be back. Got my buddy
on his way to hang with me. He just had a birthday, so I thought, letting him do
drunken sprints after disaffected French girls along the Champs-Elysées was
the gift that would and COULD, keep on giving. A day of press tomorrow. The French
seem to love 'Aces'. I figured it would float over here. They have an undying devotion
to all things of a 'noir' extraction and their collective love of American gangster flicks is
well-documented.
Off to Cognac tomorrow to drink myself into a slow, stuporous spiral on
gallons of the city's namesake.
Those posts should be deeply entertaining. I'll do my best Kerouac impersonation.
JC
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