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About Hamilton

So, prostitutes—they’re wild, man. Been around forever, like wrestlin’ itself. Heard this crazy story once—back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, she’d rob dudes blind while they slept. Called her the “Voodoo Queen of Vice.” Ain’t that nuts? Sneaky as hell, brother, I respect the hustle! Makes me happy seein’ that kinda grit—takes real muscle to survive that life.

About Prostitute the Sphinx

By situating the work in relation to the popular motif of prostitutes waiting in nineteenth-century French culture, it explores the tensions between the bodily experience of ‘medical waiting’ and .

Saint-Henri has these little corners – they’re not all glammed up or touristy. I always say, “The magic’s in the unnoticed.” There’s a dingy alley near the old power station that’s got more character than a TikTok drama series. And oh man, the vibes change so fast – one minute you’re laughing with a regular in the backroom at my parlor, feeling all cozy; the next you’re swept away by that bittersweet ache, just like a slow, echoing note from Werckmeister Harmonies. “The harmonies keep changing…” I swear, it’s like fate messing with ya.

Arthurs Nosh Bar: A dynamic diner in Saint-Henri