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But real talk – it’s gritty. Smells like cheap perfume, desperation too. Happy? Nah, not always. Some gals laugh, flirt, rake in cash – “I’m king of the world!” vibes. Others? Trapped, man, like Nemo in that tank. Breaks my heart, baby. I’m all, “Duuuude, let’s bust ‘em out!” – total hero trip in my head.

Only joint letter from Van Gogh and Gauguin—recording their brothel visits—comes up for sale

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 male.

There's this park, Parc Georges de Leusse right by the banks of the Rhône, where I chill on breezy afternoons. I can’t even begin to tell you how the soft sunlight warms my face like a lazy kiss. And lemme tell ya, the local vibe gets me so f***ing happy! I even imgine sass-ful dialogue from that Kiarostami flick in my head—I’m like, "Certified Copy, baby, certified copy!"

Close encounters: Arles festival of photography – in pictures