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“They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time”

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Banksy

Banksy is a British anonymous street artist known for his distinctive graffiti and installation art. His work often features satirical and confrontational elements, commenting on social phenomena. Banksy's art has gained worldwide attention, and his artistic style combines street art with traditional painting techniques. more

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