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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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The next picture is the Demoiselles d'Avignon, formerly christ- ened "the Philosophical Brothel," familiarly revolutionary by every stylistic measure; but.

So, come explore, laugh, and cry a bit if you need. I promise you, Avignon’s got secrets to tell – if you’re willing to listen. Oh, and forgive my typos – emotion on the run, ya know?

Emotional ovation for France's bravest woman: Monster of Avignon's wife is applauded by wellwishers at court -