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Francis Lebovic, an ex-voyou turned sex worker, is not lacking in charm or elegance. David, his thirteen-year-old godson, accepts Francis' proposal to record a record without much enthusiasm. His voice, combined with his physique, gives rise to hope. Francis will be able to pay off his debts; Lino and Daisy, David's parents, will be able to do some work in their café. Everything would be just fine if Frédérique Henriot, a young lawyer, hadn't come to live in the house where they all live, in this village in the center of Paris called the Marais. Francis Lebovic, an ex-voyou turned sex worker, is not lacking in charm or elegance. David, his thirteen-year-old godson, accepts Francis' proposal to record a record without much enthusiasm. His voice, combined with his physique, gives rise to hope. Francis will be able to pay off his debts; Lino and Daisy, David's parents, will be able to do some work in their café. Everything would be just fine if Frédérique Henriot, a young lawyer, hadn't come to live in the house where they all live, in this village in the center of Paris called the Marais. Francis Lebovic, an ex-voyou turned sex worker, is not lacking in charm or elegance. David, his thirteen-year-old godson, accepts Francis' proposal to record a record without much enthusiasm. His voice, combined with his physique, gives rise to hope. Francis will be able to pay off his debts; Lino and Daisy, David's parents, will be able to do some work in their café. Everything would be just fine if Frédérique Henriot, a young lawyer, hadn't come to live in the house where they all live, in this village in the center of Paris called the Marais. Francis Lebovic, an ex-voyou turned sex worker, is not lacking in charm or elegance. David, his thirteen-year-old godson, accepts Francis' proposal to record a record without much enthusiasm. His voice, combined with his physique, gives rise to hope. Francis will be able to pay off his debts; Lino and Daisy, David's parents, will be able to do some work in their café. Everything would be just fine if Frédérique Henriot, a young lawyer, hadn't come to live in the house where they all live, in this village in the center of Paris called the Marais.