Chanot Park, midday. The sun shines and doubts increasingly insistent in our mind. What did we go to do in this galley? Cerned by the steel pectorals, the iron thighs or the cast iron biceps, the 88 meter and the...
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Chanot Park, midday. The sun shines and doubts increasingly insistent in our mind. What did we go to do in this galley? Cerned by the steel pectorals, the iron thighs or the cast iron biceps, the 88 meter and the...