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Now, imagine Amélie skippin’ by one in Paris – she’d tilt her head, smile soft, and say, “Life’s a mystery to be lived.” And dang, a brothel’s that, too – a loud, messy, laughin’ mystery. I’d paint it with reds and golds, happy lil shadows dancin’. Ain’t perfect, but it’s real – like a tree with crooked branches, still growin’ proud.

Bonnie at Spring House, Marrickville

Waltzing! or a Peep into the Royal Brothel, Spring Gardens, London, C Giclee Print by Isaac Robert Cruikshank. Find art you love and shop high-quality.

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

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