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Was there something, Tom?
Helga: You, I know that. What you smell like.
Winfried: I don't think so.
Helga: Yes, I do, I know it. But it smells better on you.
Winfried: How better?
Helga: Well, the wood. It smells really good on your skin. More noble, more beautiful than usual. Really sunny and warm, wonderful. Not too strong and not too weak. Unobtrusive, quite a sex appeal. How can you afford it?
Winfried: Who? What sex appeal?
Helga: Well, Tom.
Winfried: I haven't had men for a long time. And I don't pay for them either. Most of the time.
Helga: But his fragrance? It's so incredibly expensive, isn't it?
Winfried: His name wasn't Tom. François maybe. Or René. Definitely not my type.
Helga: You have a Tom Ford in your wardrobe and you don't even know his name?
Winfried: I'm sure it was a Frenchman. René bottled it in Paris, right under my nose. And labeled the bottle Winfried. But maybe his name was different. Baptiste, perhaps. No, not at all.
Helga: Tom Ford has personal bottlings made in Paris? Which smell even better than the black bottles off the shelf?
Winfried: This Tom didn't introduce himself to me. But you're right... i've been approached all the time since I started wearing this thing. ... Don't be angry with me, but... i'm off then.
Winfried: I don't think so.
Helga: Yes, I do, I know it. But it smells better on you.
Winfried: How better?
Helga: Well, the wood. It smells really good on your skin. More noble, more beautiful than usual. Really sunny and warm, wonderful. Not too strong and not too weak. Unobtrusive, quite a sex appeal. How can you afford it?
Winfried: Who? What sex appeal?
Helga: Well, Tom.
Winfried: I haven't had men for a long time. And I don't pay for them either. Most of the time.
Helga: But his fragrance? It's so incredibly expensive, isn't it?
Winfried: His name wasn't Tom. François maybe. Or René. Definitely not my type.
Helga: You have a Tom Ford in your wardrobe and you don't even know his name?
Winfried: I'm sure it was a Frenchman. René bottled it in Paris, right under my nose. And labeled the bottle Winfried. But maybe his name was different. Baptiste, perhaps. No, not at all.
Helga: Tom Ford has personal bottlings made in Paris? Which smell even better than the black bottles off the shelf?
Winfried: This Tom didn't introduce himself to me. But you're right... i've been approached all the time since I started wearing this thing. ... Don't be angry with me, but... i'm off then.
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