One shall say the syn, but not the synner’s name. I don’t think he cared either because he already left this world years ago. He was a brilliant actor, mature, one of those who have been solid when they were young and who, over time, continue to retain some of their good looks. We had invited him to interview him, in a place in the Basque Country whose name I don’t want to remember. At expenses paid, more would be missing. The surprise came when, after a few days, we received an invoice that had nothing to do with transportation, accommodation or maintenance: the artist had taken a whore to the hotel and passed the charge to the radio.
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