![I now have an abundance of models. Every woman I address on the street understands me pretty well. I never experienced anything like that, otherwise they always called me names. It is horrible that I don't have anyone [in Amsterdam] like you, because the only good I have heard about my works came from you. So visit me often. (George Hendrik Breitner)](https://static.quotesdtb.com/img/quotes_images/85/george-hendrik-breitner-abundance-849385.jpg)
I now have an abundance of models. Every woman I address on the street understands me pretty well. I never experienced anything like that, otherwise they always called me names. It is horrible that I don't have anyone [in Amsterdam] like you, because the only good I have heard about my works came from you. So visit me often.
George Hendrik BreitnerRelated topics
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