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But then—ugh—I get pissed, y’all. ‘Cause history screws ‘em over. Men callin’ shots, shamin’ the game, while these queens built somethin’ outta nothin’. Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s my memory?!” Like Lenny in *Memento*, lost in the mess, tryna piece it together. Brothel’s a sound, a pulse—grimy, sexy, dangerous. Ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, 1900s, ran a joint so fancy, princes showed up! Princes, y’all! I’m shook—SURPRISED as fuck!

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On the late night of December 23, when everybody was celebrating Christmas, vulnerable and traumatized, Vincent knocked on the door and handed his half-cut ear to a lady who, for most .

I sometimes get mad when tourists trample the cobblestones, oblivious of the ancient whispers of the city. I’m like, "Hey, slow down, you mighty newbies! Respect the vibes!" There, I said it. Plus, the local vibe gets me all nostalgic when I pass by the Place du Forum, when I think of the boho spirit and how even a simple nod in your direction can make a starburst of joy.

Kering and Les Rencontres d’Arles to present the 2025 Women In Motion Award for photography to Nan Goldin