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After a day of anal ecstacy pills, dropping the soap, underground marriage, historic sexual assaults, pasties for dinner, and half-naked drag queens (more on that later), let us abandon sex for a moment and return to romance—-hand-shaking, sheet-ripping, dog-invoking French romance, courtesy of Jacques Brel. That Mathilde sure must be somethin’.