| Shining golden in the setting sun: this is Luxury, the charming little seaside resort. Out there, on the water, small boats are drifting. A gentleman in a white linen suit is strolling along the promenade, his picture hat drawn stylishly down over his forehead. [Hum - bit of a gender-bender, this gentleman, muses your translator, adjusting her trilby.] Exquisitely polite, he greets two ladies in cocktail dresses. They are sitting in the cafi "Splendour", sipping exotic drinks called
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Glamour" & Gloria" or "Royal". Surely they must be talking about their fashion gurus. A tender yearning is in the air. The two ladies and the gentleman, too, know very well indeed that in Decent mothers tell their children, "If you're naughty we'll take you to Luxury" - that place not far away, whose inhabitants are seen as wasteful and extravagant. "If only they knew", Style, Esq., white-suited, heaves a sigh. The two ladies nod approvingly, gazing out onto the sea.
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