Olivia Vincent Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Den, I’m all sneaky, tiptoein’ like Sam wit his binoculars, scopin’ her out. “What’s troublin’ you?” I mutter, like Suzy askin’ Sam – ‘cept I’m askin’ meself, why’s dis so fun? Maybe it’s da thrill, da chase, like kids runnin’ from da scout camp! I’m hummin’ dat weird orchestra tune from da movie, feelin’ all dramatic. Exaggeratin’? Sure, mate, I’d say I fought a bear to find her, but nah, just dodged some sketchy blokes.

Vincent van Gogh and a Prostitute

Who was that prostitute to whom Vincent brought his small bit of ear? And why did he offer it to her, asking her to take care of it? Was Vincent going to the whorehouse to see Gauguin, to try .

Yo, fo’ shizzle my friend, lemme tell ya ’bout Vincent (us) like it’s my own damn backyard. Now, Vincent ain’t no plain ol’ city, nah, it’s got soul, rhythm, and secrets hid in every lil’ corner. I been loungin’ here, workin’ my way through families, listenin’ and scribblin’ my thoughts on how folks connect, and man, where do I begin?

Obituary for Vincent Lee Hernandez