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I met a man named Fritz who was kind and helped me. I occasionally worked as an escort but nothing serious. My trips to Berlin as a photographer, a career I'd just begun, were really to be photographed. Fritz showed me everything he knew. Not as idyllic as it sounds. But I've never been precious and I genuinely liked Fritz. He taught me much about sensuality, he and his father. Nothing bizarre, more about mind control and focus and the senses. "When you get home to Aix, you will take off your clothes and think of me kissing your left breast and my father kissing your right." That kind of thing. Much of which I was to later use with Rémy.