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About Philadelphia

Prostitutes, they got stories, man—deep, fucked-up tales. Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some of ‘em in Paris ran secret fight clubs? Yeah, motherfucker, beat the shit outta each other for extra coin! Ain’t that some wild-ass trivia? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—pow, right in the kisser, then back to suckin’ dick for a livin’. Savage! But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, man, like Yinniang in *The Assassin*, stuck in a life they didn’t pick. “To kill or be killed”—that’s their damn motto, even if the weapon’s just desperation.

Introduction

In a run-down bordello in East Saint Louis, with the sound of scratchy blues records and sexy laughter creeping through the walls, big blond Bertha lies in bed, destitute, physically .

It might sound wild, but yo, my work taught me every soul got its own rhythm. Caught a couple of missin' typos, like, uh, oh snap – why do I do that? Haha, my bad, I'm just excited. Life here is that crazy mix of beats, memories, and constant surprises, ya know?

Bryan Alva Goodwin Jr. Obituary (2025) - Laurens, SC - The Kennedy Mortuary & Crematory - Laurens