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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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Vincent painted this brothel scene during his time in Arles. Paid sex was seen as 'good for the health' at the time and a normal part of.

Oh, and remember Les Arènes d'Arles? It's that ancient amphitheatre that leaves me panting—not from a jog, hun, but from the sheer thrill of history! When I walk there, I get all misty-eyed thinking, "Isn't life just a series of fabulous moments?" And yes, I mean that in the most sincere way.

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