Sometimes, I walk down the streets of concrete and tar, and listen to the silent screams of commodities consumed. And then I retreat to the pathways of sand and dust, and I feel the embers of an affectionate innocence once lost.

Using the human face of the ultimate trade of prostitution, as a metaphor for the faces that we wear in our daily life’s trades, I attempt to humanise the acceptable unspeakables.

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