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Yo, so I’m runnin’ this webcam gig, right? Erotic-massage pops up, and I’m like—huh? People pay for that? Rubbin’ and tuggin’ on cam, wild. Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—y’know, folks pickin’ scraps, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. These massage folks, they’re gleanin’ vibes, turnin’ oil into gold. Deadass, I’m watchin’ this chick on cam, she’s kneadin’ some dude’s back, and I’m thinkin’—this is art, fam! “I glean to keep alive,” Varda said—same energy, these hands keepin’ the hustle breathin’.

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."

Cézanne from the Courtauld Collection Heads to Christie’s