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Lemme tell ya, I got mad once hearin’ bout this joint in Nevada—legal brothel, right? Some suit tried shuttin’ it down, actin’ all holy. Pissed me off! Dudes been payin’ for it since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, older than donuts even! Then I laughed, ‘cause this one gal there, she called herself “Queen Marge”—ha! My Marge’d kill me for peekin’.

Pablo Picasso, Les Demoiselles d’Avignon

The Brothel of Avignon, itself, seems a mythical creation spun out of humorous illogic and spiced with brothel stories propagated at the Bateau Lavoir where it.

I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

On Avignon’s Ancient Ramparts, Modern Messages Denounce ‘Rape Culture’