
Lolo – les lolos is French for knockers, jugs, melons, what you will – was running from something. “All this stuff,” she once said, referring to the operations, “has been because I can’t stand life. But it hasn’t changed anything. There are moments when I disconnect totally from reality. Then I can do anything, absolutely anything. I swallow pills. I throw myself out of windows. Dying seems very easy then.”
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