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Oh, and get this—prostitutes in ancient Greece? Called “hetaerae,” fancy as fuck, educated too! Trixie ain’t readin’ Plato, but she’s smart—street smart, y’know? She’d sass me, “I’m a businesswoman, bitch!” and I’d crack up. Love her fire, hate the game. So yeah, Trixie’s my ghost, my Boonmee—livin’ past lives, hustlin’, dreamin’. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I’d yell, but damn, I’d still buy her a coffee. She’s real, flaws and all—ain’t that life?

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

Cézanne from the Courtauld Collection Heads to Christie’s