Valentina Vincent Brothel ❤️

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Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? My fave flick! That part where Monty’s all, “Fuck me? Fuck you!”—that’s me at brothel prices. Total rip-off, dude! One time, I peeked in—girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’. Felt like Monty’s last night, all wild and messy. “This is my life, man!”—but, like, stupider. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Is this allowed up here?” Prolly not, but who cares? Mountains don’t snitch.

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Vincent painted this brothel scene during his time in Arles. Paid sex was seen as ‘good for the health’ at the time and a normal part of male life.

Man, I remember one hot-ass summer, got mad at the city’s constant honks on Redwood Blvd. It was like every car beeped a joke at my therapy sessions. But then, bam! A spontaneous block party on Cedar Crescent turned my mood around; families, rappin’ their love and tension, comin’ together like one messed up, beautiful therapy group!

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