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Is French the Language of Love

French “The Language of love” Darling, speak French when we make love wicked words I don´t understand but has a whispering meaning of delight. I stand before you with salutial ********, a soldier of love ready to sacrifice myself in your subterranean pleasure. Your wishes have to be expressed in French, or the steed will not react with proper force thinks it is time to return to the stable On the subway in Paris, I got in the way of a woman who wanted to exit she swore at me, thinking she said words of love, I kissed her and was arrested. But soon released when they understood I was a foreigner lost in the ways of the Gallic idiom.

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