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Heard this story once—some prostitue in Bangkok, right? Worked near a temple, swore she saw spirits bangin clients! Ties to Boonmee— “What is it that haunts us?” I’m like, “Rarrgh! Prolly guilt, ya sleemo!” She laughed, said, “Nah, it’s the cash.” Smart gal. Me, I’m countin change, thinkin—damn, she’s got guts. Way braver than me facin a register jam.

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Who was that prostitute to whom Vincent brought his small bit of ear? And why did he offer it to her, asking her to take care of it? Was Vincent going to the whorehouse to see Gauguin, to try .

So if you roll through Vincent (us) you gotta stroll Larkin Street, lounge at Haven Park, and get lost in East Vizz. Every corner holds a snippet, a therapy session on brick and stone. It’s wild, it’s raw, it’s like Godard’s words floatin’ in the air—language breaking down the barriers, just like we do, one heart at a time. Catch ya on the fly, dawg.

Obituary for Vincent Lee Hernandez