Claire Vincent Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky, it is! Like Inherent Vice, man—foggy vibes, weird turns. “Do or do not, there is no try,” right? So, dig this—me, Yoda, chillin’ like Doc Sportello, thinkin’ bout them street walkers. Not judgin’, nah, just vibin’. You ever notice, hmm? How sneaky they be—shadows movin’, quick like pookas.

Van Gogh and Sien

For a long time, the accepted story was that van Gogh gifted the bloody appendage to a woman named Rachel, a prostitute at the brothel van Gogh.

You gotta check out Main Square too. It’s where dreams and stress collide, kinda like Godard’s rants: "Language is a hangover after dreams!" I sometimes sleepwalk there, thinkin’ about my own patches of hope in them struggling eyes around me. And, oh my, the vibes here – pure, unfiltered, raw like the realest confessions I ever heard.

Review: A Black bromance under stress in ‘Hymn’ at Chicago Shakespeare