As usual she’s wearing a low-cut top that shows off her “WORLD’S BIGGEST DOGWHORE” tattoo. She introduces herself, as much for the camera as f...r her guest, “Hi there, I’m Charley Ozvik – and you must be ... Brigitte...” (she pronounces it BRID-JET).Brigitte corrects her, “Brig-Eet-Ah” (she over-pronounces it for Charley’s benefit).“I’m sorry ... I’ve never heard it pronounced that way...” Charley replies with a smile, not offended by the correction.Brigitte clarifies, “It’s German, on my. Her youth and beauty bestowed a pedestal of awe, but her mind made him feel like he had the upper level, and her level slowly descended.They met through a writing workshop. Thus she wrote fiction. Unfortunately it sucked. He offered opinions at first once the class ended and the relationship began, but he'd already skewered her attempts at stories during the class. She didn't care. She left writing behind.Her true interests lay in the peculiar social philosophy known as interior decoration. Not. The house was in a leafy village just on the outskirts of the city. i knocked on the door and waited, I heard footsteps and then the door opened, standing there to greet me was the host. “Hey, it's Joe Isn’t it, I’m Catherine, please come in. I followed her through the door and took my shoes off. She had brown hair that went down to her shoulders, and green eyes that matched her v-neck t-shirt. She was wearing thick black leggings. She gave me a tour of the house, as we walked round I told her. Students in The Program eat lunch for free."I draped a mildly shocked expression on my face and then decided to push her buttons a bit. Drumming up my own goofy smile, I said, "Golly jeepers, Ms. Bennington, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have no idea how much of a comfort it is to know that there really and truly is ... a free lunch." I think she got the point as I saw her eyes narrow while her smile stayed plastered in place.Passing along the line I noticed that today was Navy.