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About Basel

Heya, buddy! So, I’m sittin’ here, fixin’ radios, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, ya know? Like, woah, dude, what a gig! I’m Patrick Star, duh, and I’m all like, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” when I see one walkin’ by. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash in ways I can’t even brain! Kinda reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, my fave flick—ya seen it? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I’d say to that life, all dramatic and stuff, heh!

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

In , when she was seventeen years of age, she was summoned by the French artist, Pierre Puvis de Chavannes, to attend his studio at Neuilly.

I gotta mention, though, this city… sometimes it drives me cray. Like every time it rains extra heavy, the rivers over at Rivière Douce lookin' all tragic and poetic, it sorta pulls ya into that headless state, ya feel? “Where’s my head, where’s my mind?” kinda vibes, ya know? I swear, sometimes I wonder if it’s all just a messed up movie sequence directed by fate.

Father Jacques Eddy Chavannes