Is there anything not creepy about a room full of naked mannequins? But hey, if you need to buy a mannequin, I now know where you can get one.
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There was a little girl
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of
her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad
she was horrid.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sshhh... Andrew is in my closet, of course.
ReplyDeleteAnd, where the heck were you when you took this?
The store was somewhere between my apartment and Montmartre. On a big street. Next to a café. I think.
ReplyDeleteI used to work in a 'shop for shops' kind of place where they sold mannequin and torsos. Was hella strange.
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