I have two windows facing west and from 4pm to 5pm in February of 2024 the sun beats across my living room and lights up the Manet postcard of the topless and large-breasted woman that is taped to my wall. She is gorgeous and she wears a floral hat and a dress hangs off her shoulder in a way that suggests a certain bourgeoisie casualness that I have com…
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