One last service
On his deathbed, Malcolm pondered the joys in his life: quail’s egg, lark-tongues, caviar and Kobe-beef washed down with Chateau Chéval Blanc. Both ruthless and fortunate, he left in his […]
On his deathbed, Malcolm pondered the joys in his life: quail’s egg, lark-tongues, caviar and Kobe-beef washed down with Chateau Chéval Blanc. Both ruthless and fortunate, he left in his […]
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