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But lordy, the smells! Stale whiskey, sweat, and cheap perfume—gag me with a spoon! I’d be in there, sassin em up, “Y’all need some Lysol, stat!” Ain’t no way Madea steppin in that funk without a mask. And the noises? Chile, like a barnyard gone wild—grunts and giggles all night. Hilarious, but pitiful too—folks actin a fool for a quick thrill.

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The work, part of the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art, portrays five nude female prostitutes in a brothel on Carrer d'Avinyó, a street in.

I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

Monster of Avignon covers eyes as footage shown to court