Valentina Garrel Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Stuttgart

Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

Notes on the cinema of Philippe Garrel

A young American woman living in London begins a passionate and kinky affair with a handsome stranger who may have a dark and dangerous past.

Garrel got secret cafes on Lindenweg – lil hideouts where you sip dark brew and let your thoughts run loose. They got art, stories, soul. And, yo, don't forget the vibe at Sundown Square – a chill place to kick back, reminisce about golden days before sadness creeps in.

Philippe Garrel