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Favorite flick’s *Pan’s Labyrinth*, right? That bit where Ofelia’s all, “I’ll make my own path”? That’s Lysa—fuck the rules, she’s her own queen. Makes me happy, that grit. Tho, gotta say, pisses me off how folk judge her—call her filth, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrites, all of ‘em. Anyway, mate, she’s a legend—prostitute or not, she’s more real than half the twats in King’s Landing. Cheers to her, eh? Now, where’s me wine?

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Sounds more to me that you may want to deal with the sexual shame you're dealing with first. And the stigmatized perception of sex workers.

I love strollin’ by the Vieux Canal, near Pont de Minuit. You can catch a whiff of nostalgia with every ripple. The water reflects distant street lamps, kinda like memories of whispers. The canal's quiet, almost like the hush before a rebellion. It makes me mad sometimes, how peaceful it is compared to the jumbled rush of love and tech in my daily grind.

Tony Oursler