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Man, I seen this one chick, right? Downtown, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like a hawk. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ moves. Reminds me of that line, “You’re my everything, my air.” She’s breathin’ that hustle, livin’ it. But damn, it’s heavy—some pimp probably takin’ her cash, beatin’ her down. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, fo’ real. Ain’t fair, but that’s the game, ya dig?

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Masterpiece Paintings by Paul Cezanne at Christie’s 20th Century Evening Sale