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About Paris

What pisses me off? The fakers, man. Girls actin’ sweet, then ghostin’ you after cash’s out. Like, “Every work of art’s a portrait”—yeah, a portrait of my empty wallet! Hate that crap. But when it works? Oh man, fireworks. This one chick—redhead, smokin’—she’s whisperin’, “Let’s make our own copy.” I’m done, heart racin’, thinkin’ I’m in a damn movie.

Escort girl Arles

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.

Arles photography festival offers flashes of brilliance, from digital sunsets to Japanese pioneers