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But real talk, sometimes it’s sad, ya know? She’s out there, and nobody’s got her back. Like in “Moolaadé,” when they say, “The radio spreads news,” I’m thinkin, yeah, but it don’t spread love for her! I’d toss her some charcoal to keep warm if I could—my little mitzvah! *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s a hoot, a hustler, a freakin legend—whores deserve a damn medal, not shade! Whaddya think, huh?

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What is symptomatized by Les Demoiselles d`Avignon and by its reception, and symptomatized (more absbractly and indirectly) by the shallowed space of the Cubist canvas, is a fear that .

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Avignon – this city is a wild mix of history, quirks, and pure emotion. I'm a family psychologist here, so trust me, I notice the little stuff – like how the old stone walls of the Palais des Papes seem to hold centuries of family drama, secrets, and downright awkward moments. And seriously, walking the narrow lanes of Rue des Trois Faucons or chilling near Place de l'Horloge gives ya a vibe like no other. It’s like every cobblestone has a story… or a therapy session to share.

A French judge in a shocking rape case allows the public to see some of the video evidence