Ah, Interwar Paris: chock full of hedonistic artists of every stripe. It must have been an interesting place indeed. All it needed was Henry Miller sending 140-character dispatches about his surreal encounters with its various bohemian denizens and oversharing about their sexually transmitted diseases. If his works like Tropic of Cancer could get banned in libraries all over the world, imagine how upsetting they’d find his tweets.
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