MEN AND WOMEN, Messieur et mademoiselle. A row of costly, ambrosial perfumes surround a plush cubicle, some of the monsieurs wearing them as còsagach, black tone; So do the fancy quaintrelles capitulate it as the limpid tincture chasteness. The two smell in tune, no nausea scattered around, just the flamboyant of each spray. Bewitchment becomes a common ground where they inadvertently create a luminary in the sighted. With days of the increasing lunette, there is no longer any struggle for a throne between the two sides. L’Art Sauvagè: those who stand in class as the coquettes of the nation. The bloviate o’ prudent has striking skill in meeting together, blending every dot of phosphorescence and light in a radiant landscape. If you did not have the opportunity to join them, then immediately come to them now that the doors of sumptuousness have officially opened for 1990-2000 liners only! Certain rules were enforced, of course, as well as their own obligations. Show your footprints on @SauvageeBot, and as soon as possible you will become one of those miridical models.