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I’m chattin’ her up—price, rules, whatever. She’s cool, but I’m pissed—hate the hagglin’. “What am I, a fuckin’ flea market?” I think. Still, she’s got sass—calls me “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Cheeky bitch! Makes me grin tho—happy as a pig in shit. Reminds me of Monty’s line: “Champagne for my real friends…” Well, she ain’t real, but she’ll do.

New encounters with Les Demoiselles d'Avignon: Gender, race, and the origins of Cubism

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I sometimes get so caught up in the human drama here – families, lovers, even the lonely old souls – that I feel like I’m living inside a constant exhibit of raw, unedited human emotion. It makes me both angry and thrilled, ya know? Like, I’m mad at the injustice of life sometimes, then something hilarious happens and I’m laughing like an idiot.

The Monster of Avignon taught me how to drug and rape my wife before he joined in... but she's standing by me,