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Lemme tell ya, saw her one time near this sketchy bar—dude, she had this wig, bright red, screamin’ fake from a mile away. Laughed my ass off—thought, “Girl, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” But damn, she owned it, struttin’ like she’s on a runway. Respect, ya know? Takes guts. Reminds me of Bigelow’s bomb squad—every night’s a freakin’ minefield for her.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cleveland Museum of Art receives art gifts valued at more than $100m