At a late night high-stakes baccarat game against Le Chiffre, I won all his possessions and became a worldwide distributor for something that I'm still trying to decipher.
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Thursday, July 7, 2011
Le Chiffre
You might have noticed that St. Tropez was the kind of town where Monsieur Le Chiffre and his henchmen might hang out with the likes of Scaramanga. That's my kind of town.
At a late night high-stakes baccarat game against Le Chiffre, I won all his possessions and became a worldwide distributor for something that I'm still trying to decipher.
At a late night high-stakes baccarat game against Le Chiffre, I won all his possessions and became a worldwide distributor for something that I'm still trying to decipher.
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ever wondered why st. tropez is such a neat little town? the sign says: distributor of bags to pick up dog shit (literally: canine defaecation) - help yourself...
Damn that guy Le Chiffre! He fooled me again. I'll try and catch up to him in Monte Carlo.
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