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Hmm… oh geez, prostitutes in Russia, huh? Nasal nagging kicks in—where do I start? Been crunchin’ numbers as an actuary, but this? This ain't stats, it’s real messy life! Watched "Spring Breakers" again last night—y’know, my fave, Harmony Korine’s wild mess. “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—that line stuck with me. Prostitutes here? Kinda same vibe, chasing somethin’ shiny, but darker. Hmm… makes me think—cash, danger, freedom? All mixed up.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Cézanne: The Rock and Quarry Paintings