Nelly

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INSPIRED BY THE LIFE AND WORKS

OF NELLY ARCAN:

Once upon a time there was a tavern.

Where we used to raise a glass or two.

Remember how we laughed away the hours.

And dreamed of all

the great things we would do.

Those were the days, my friend.

We though! They'd never end.

We'd sing and dance, forever and a day.

We'd live the life we choose.

We'd fight and never lose.

For we were young and sure to have our way.

- Come in.

- Hi.

- Pierre, right?

- Yeah.

I'm Cynthia. I'm happy to meet you.

Me, too.

Have a seat.

This is my first time.

Do you think I'm attractive?

Yes.

- Do you want me?

- Yes.

I want you too.

Some johns only want to talk,

and that's perfect too.

But you...

I'm glad you want to f*** me.

You turn me on.

I don't know why, but you turn me on.

You too.

Will you suck me?

It'll be my pleasure.

Yes, life has pierced me through.

I didn't dream up those men,

the thousands in my bed, in my mouth.

I invented nothing of their sperm

on me, in my face, in my eyes.

I saw ii all,

and I! Still goes on,

every day, or almost.

You owned everything already.

We were helpless against

the outcome of our encounter.

With you.

I experienced the moments of languor

known to those who feel death approaching.

I'm sorry, Suzanne.

I look horrible.

No, you're sublime, as always.

- Thanks.

- Come, we're late.

Are you OK? Ready for this?

Always.

I'm sorry for being late.

I'm systematically late, without fail.

It's like champagne...

Beauty is a weapon that subjugates.

Beauty is an order that commands

immobility and contemplation by all.

One must compel others to stop living,

for the time they look,

force them to become an audience,

arrange them around you,

up in the bleachers.

Here you have the Emperor.

That, with the Chariot...

A major professional success may await you.

But you have to be careful, go slow.

I won't bank on it.

Pack your bags, Isa. We're going on a trip!

My turn now!

Shh! Mom's sleeping, sweetie.

Move over, big girl.

Do you have a question?

The reversed Female Pope, the Hermit...

What?

Nothing.

Pick a different card.

Something in me was always lacking.

Yes?

Yes, speaking.

I was sleeping, yes.

It's 5:
30.

No, that's alright.

Which publisher?

In Paris?

Yes, that's my manuscript.

Really?

Yes, it's very good news.

Mathieu?

Yes, that's me.

Hello.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Me too.

It's an honor, miss.

It's not every day we travel to Canada

to meet a new author.

Your writing is magnificent.

Thank you.

Your text sent... a shock wave

through the editorial committee.

Whiskey.

I guess I'll have the same. Whiskey.

Is it your first novel?

Yes.

Have you been working on it long?

For a few months.

How old are you?

I'm 26.

You're very young.

I mean, for that style, that...

that density.

Thank you.

Is it based on your life?

Is it your own story?

Is that important?

No, it doesn't alter the book's quality.

We read you and want to know

everything about you.

Or to avoid you, perhaps.

But no one can remain indifferent.

Some things are true, others not.

Will you go on writing?

Apart from my writing,

I'm nothing.

Oh my god, your hair!

It's so awesome.

Girls' night out!

What smells? Did you cook?

- It's gonna be awful.

- No way.

It's gonna be amazing!

Hey, babe! Your top is way cool!

Thanks.

- Nice shoes!

- Thanks.

Time to drink!

Wanna do some shots?

I swear, she comes out

and says, all proud,

"The last john tipped me $200."

You just f***ed him bareback.

- How's it look?

- F***in' A!

- Did you buy it with him'?

- No.

He brought a Holfs bag

and had me try it on.

- He has taste.

- Seriously.

No john ever gave me a dress.

But you're a great whore.

For sure.

- Wanna check our reviews?

- Yes!

No, not again!

Here we go.

There.

I'm ready to be humiliated.

Bad start, sweetie.

Must be the guy this aft.

What does the pig say'?

You're a f***ing beauty! Go on.

A**hole!

OK, fine, stop.

I have my fans.

What about the Goddess?

Come on, who cares?

No, keep going!

OK, the lovely Cynthia. 8:56 pm.

Warning, you'll be addicted

to Cynthia in no time.

B*tch! What's your secret?

Go on!

Cynthia is a beautiful young girl.

A magnificent body, gorgeous ass,

and breasts close to perfection.

She has soft skin and she smells divine.

I got a very sweet welcome.

Her photos are accurate, no bad surprises.

She's a natural, loves her work

as much as you do. She gets wet, moans...

She gave one of the best BJs ever.

Deep throat. Sucks like

she hasn't had cock in months.

She's ravenous, loves it.

No DATY, I don't know why.

She has the prettiest p*ssy.

Clean, shaven.

She said she never accepts being eaten.

You should see her ass doing doggy.

Anal costs more.

Cumshot, she swallowed every drop.

Beautiful eyes you can get lost in.

Guys, treat her well.

I like making love with you.

So do I.

I'm glad Ifound you.

Do you love me?

Yes.

YOU?

Yes.

I'm not a good girl, but I love you.

I'm not a good boy, but I love you.

We're in love!

We're in love!

During this stage,

we lived the exaltation of our highs

and the crash of early mornings.

Your hand, bigger than god,

knew how to hit without hurting me.

No!

Not the sun, Frankie! The sun's rising.

Come, vampire!

What's the plan?

Go to sleep?

F*** sleep.

What time does Fred's dealer quit?

6 am.

- It's 5:
47.

- Let's call him!

Take me away, my steed!

Suzanne!

- Everything3 good?

- Marvelous.

How many drinks?

Just enough.

Guillaume Rival's here.

A rising star.

A genius, pure and simple.

The genius of the century, I'd say.

Where you going?

To meet this genius.

Are you sure?

The sky's the limit, little Suzie!

L! All happens to someone else.

I'm there,

just next to myself.

I'm there watching,

but it's not really me.

I watch her.

I see her talking, drinking,

dancing, f***ing,

laughing,

crying-

I see this blonde woman,

lying on the couch facing her analyst.

But I'm not that woman.

Though I play that woman well.

I need to be seen,

but it's not me I reveal.

So I disappear a bit.

Do you understand?

I appear to disappear.

Felix, from math class.

- So you two are dating?

- Yes.

- Since when?

- Monday.

He left me a letter in my locker.

- He did'?

- He said

I'm the prettiest girl in class.

That's so random! No, it isn't.

Anyway, Tuesday after school

we went to the handball court.

- By yourselves?

- Yeah.

Did you french?

Yes.

That, and lots of other stuff.

Come on. What?

Well...

He touched me.

Over your shin?

No!

Under it.

And what else?

It's personal.

Come on!

What?

He fingered me.

- You wanted him to?

- Sure.

Did it hurt?

No. It was just... really nice. Really fun.

When I watched her,

the burning spread from the plexus.

The burning burnt.

The sensation of traumatism.

I! Flashed on me

in bursts of clarity that it wasn't

her fault if she was she and I just me.

As those glimpses of truth hit me

like a thunderbolt,

I! Was myself I cursed.

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