Over a fancy breakfast, there’s an encounter with celebrity-turned-propagandist. Once, he scolded Bernays’ manipulation tactics; now, he deploys them, velvet words masking war. From Moscow secret bars to the red glow of the Kremlin, sickly perfection and impeccable beauty becomes oppressive, and truth slips through polished rhetoric.
What is the cost of this freedom?
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Royal bedrooms don’t save you from loneliness if you’re not allowed to scream, kiss, or laugh outside the etiquette. When you’re raised as a princess, everything is handed to you — but you live by someone else’s rules. To descend into the ordinary, you end up sleeping on a mattress in the kitchen.Is freedom more important than propriety? Or would you choose luxury without freedom? I still ask myself what I need more—to be with the man I love or with the son I love.
What is the cost of this freedom?
A marketplace purchase spirals into a surreal encounter with three strange men, a house of fake Klimt paintings and gaudy antiques and a reincarnation of David Bowie if he was 70. The real horror? Realizing why we ignore danger: fear of rudeness outweighs survival instinct. J just laughs and fixes everything.
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