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But then—shit—ya got the dark side. Pisses me off big time. Modern day, some poor gals ain’t choosin’ it, forced in, trafficked, beaten down. That’s not greed, that’s filth—makes my blood boil. *Caché* vibes again—“I’m watching you,” right? Someone’s always watchin’, judgin’, hidin’ the truth. Haneke’d get it—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, messy ones. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these chicks owned the city—politicians, kings, all droolin’ at their feet. One, La Païva, built a mansion off her “work”—marble, gold, the works. Greed is good, baby, she lived it!

LJ Hooker Sylvania

Oh, sorry – I’m all over the place. Anyway, Sylvania’s a battleground of beauty and decay. It makes me mad at times, but also fills me with fierce hope. In my work, I see strengths in the scars of this city – each cracked pavement whispers, "Your story matters." Like the film: "Pan's Labyrinth," where every ripple in water sings the truth.

It's a big year for a 'little school with a big heart'