Together with his mother Yvette Bulteel, Pim resides in a dilapidated house in a dead-end street on the coast of Flanders. It smells like cold French fries, cheap cigarettes, vermouth, and stale beer in this area. On nights when she must "act," Mother Yvette employs her buddy Etienne and his dreadful grey Fiat as a driver. Pim imagines princesses and beauty queens as a child, imagining a better existence. Pim dreams of Gino, the attractive lad next door, when he becomes sixteen, though. There has been friction between them since they were children. Pim's motorcycle hero is now Gino. Pim's life is comprised of icy ridicule, minor humiliations, and minuscule glimmers of hope. No wonder he occasionally seeks refuge in his imagination.
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Together with his mother Yvette Bulteel, Pim resides in a dilapidated house in a dead-end street on the coast of Flanders. It smells like cold French fries, cheap cigarettes, vermouth, and stale beer in this area. On nights when she must "act," Mother Yvette employs her buddy Etienne and his dreadful grey Fiat as a driver. Pim imagines princesses and beauty queens as a child, imagining a better existence. Pim dreams of Gino, the attractive lad next door, when he becomes sixteen, though. There has been friction between them since they were children. Pim's motorcycle hero is now Gino. Pim's life is comprised of icy ridicule, minor humiliations, and minuscule glimmers of hope. No wonder he occasionally seeks refuge in his imagination.
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