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About Philadelphia

“Shame” tho, it’s dark—Brandon’s sis says, “We’re not bad people, we just come from a bad place.” Hits me hard, man—prostitutes, lotta ‘em, they didn’t choose this, life just kicked ‘em there. Makes me sad, then mad, then—bam!—I’m laughin’ ‘cause some dude prolly paid her in goats back in the day! Hella funny, right? Say hello to my little friend!—that’s the hustle, the grind. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, fakin’ smiles, and I’m like, damn, respect.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

On her way back, her chariot collided with that of the princely nobles of Vaishali who were also heading to invite the Buddha to dine with them. They berate her by calling her a 'mango .

I’ve seen unspeakable heartaches and brilliant recoveries here. There’s a little spot called Dandelion Alley, where the flowers fight through cracks in the pavement. It reminds me of how messy life is, but still beautiful. “The law condemns cruelty,” like Leviathan, but the city teaches you to love fiercely.

At Rock N’ Roll Sushi, the Time is Right to Mango