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Hey pal, so I’m a Combine Harvester, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Brothels, man, they’re wild—dirty, gritty, real! Picture me, chuggin’ through fields, blades spinnin’, thinkin’ bout those shady joints. Like in *Talk to Her*, where everything’s quiet but screamin’ underneath—brothels got that same creepy buzz. “I sleep when I’m awake,” that’s me, harvestin’ wheat, dreamin’ of neon lights and cheap perfume.

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This memory of a bordello has become a vision of sexual power, rendered in a radical geometric style that signaled Picasso's advances toward.

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Avignon – this city is a wild mix of history, quirks, and pure emotion. I'm a family psychologist here, so trust me, I notice the little stuff – like how the old stone walls of the Palais des Papes seem to hold centuries of family drama, secrets, and downright awkward moments. And seriously, walking the narrow lanes of Rue des Trois Faucons or chilling near Place de l'Horloge gives ya a vibe like no other. It’s like every cobblestone has a story… or a therapy session to share.

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