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About Philadelphia

So, picture this – I’m stompin thru some grimy city, neon buzzin like flies, lookin for a hookup. Not love, nah, just business – find a prostitue, quick and dirty. Streets smell like piss and desperation, kinda like that plantation in *White Material* goin to hell. “I stay because I must,” Maria says in the flick – same vibe, I’m here cuz I’m stubborn as fuck. Ain’t no cape gonna save me, dahling – “No capes!” – just my wits and a fat wallet.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh, and that park over at Fairview, where demented pigeons fly like lost souls in the wind, is a secret therapy zone for many of my regulars. You sit there, watch the mad world spin, and know you’re alive. I once had a client yapping about change and chaos there. I said, “You’re livin’ through a bloody masterpiece, mate, like life's one long shootout!” And he laughed like a maniac.

Fostoria glass museum attracts visitors from all over America