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So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

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Then, I decide to swing by the local art supply store on Main St. I’m lookin’ for some new textures for my projects. I walk in, and it’s like heaven. Paints, brushes, all the good stuff. But then, I see the prices. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, who do they think I am? Picasso? I’m just a texture artist tryin’ to make it, man.

Fourth title for Larry ten Voorde, first win for Ariel Levi