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What surprised me? The guts, mate—pure *audere est facere*, to dare is to do! Standin’ there, freezin’, in fishnets, dodgin’ coppers—takes brass balls. Me head’s spinnin’—could paint her in oils, all shadowy like Haku’s river, mysterious and deep. Favourite bit? She laughed once, proper loud, said, “I’m my own boss, Boris!”—bloody brilliant, that. Spirited, see? Like Chihiro nickin’ her name back—power in that.

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Mar 27,  · 6 Nuenen () After a couple of detours – and a love affair with a prostitute whose ‘rotten character’ preacher Vincent had hopes of reforming – he went to stay with his .

Then, I get a call from one of my regulars. He’s all hyped up about a horse race. “Yo, you gotta take my bet!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, chill. What’s the horse’s name?” He’s rambling about some horse called “Lightning Bolt.” I’m thinkin’, “Sounds like a loser to me.” But hey, I take his bet anyway. Gotta keep the customers happy, right?

Vincent van Gogh hid father’s cemetery under painting