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Now. I’m. Rantin’. To. Ya. Like. You’re. My. Buddy. Over. A. Fire. Whore’s. Funny. Too. Callin’. Your. Pal. A. “Pizza. Whore.” ‘Cause. He. Ate. The. Whole. Damn. Pie. Cracks. Me. Up. Every. Time. But. It’s. Deep. Too. Heavy. Like. That. Horse. Draggin’. The. Cart. Day. After. Day. “They’re. All. Gone.” Says. The. Girl. In. The. Movie. Whore’s. Like. That. Worn. Out. Used. Up. Still. Kickin’.

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What is symptomatized by Les Demoiselles d`Avignon and by its reception, and symptomatized (more absbractly and indirectly) by the shallowed space of the Cubist canvas, is a fear that .

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Avignon – this city is a wild mix of history, quirks, and pure emotion. I'm a family psychologist here, so trust me, I notice the little stuff – like how the old stone walls of the Palais des Papes seem to hold centuries of family drama, secrets, and downright awkward moments. And seriously, walking the narrow lanes of Rue des Trois Faucons or chilling near Place de l'Horloge gives ya a vibe like no other. It’s like every cobblestone has a story… or a therapy session to share.

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