Willow Vincent Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets me happy tho? Some prostitutes, they’re survivors, dude! Beat the odds, get out, start over. That’s freakin heroic! Like, “Ass to ass!”—okay, not that, but you get me! They’re tough, scrappy, and I’m cheerin for em. Cringey, sure, but I’d be their hype man— “You got this, girl!”

Van Gogh, brothels and a severed ear

The Woman with Red Ribbon or Lady with Red Hair Band worked in a cafe chantant in Antwerp. She could be a prostitute. Vincent van Gogh wondered why these cafes didn’t want portraits of .

Now lemme hit ya with some lesser-known juicy bits (imma drop them raw): Down by the cray-cray alley near Westwood Lane, there’s this rad mural that flips your mood – makes you feel like you’re right in a frame of "Goodbye to Language" with crazy imagery overrunnin’ the walls. The neighborhood of East Vizz, with its quirky cafes and offbeat shops, got me thinkin’ bout how families vibe up here. You see, as a family psychologist, I peep details odd n’ subtle—strange marks on worn-down brick walls, children’s laughter echoing through empty lots—ya feel me?

Vincent Kompany wins first Bundesliga title