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About Philadelphia

What pisses me off is how folks judge her. Call her trash, but they don’t see the guts it takes. She’s out there, freezin her ass off, while they’re cozy at home. Makes me wanna yell, “You don’t know her story!” I’d sip my martini and think, *Marilyn, you’d get it*—we’re all hustlin somehow. Oh, and get this—rumor was, Ruby once sweet-talked a cop into buyin her dinner instead of bustin her. Ballsy, right? Cracked me up!

DAILY NEWSLETTER

When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. NIV In that you build your .

Oh, and don’t get me started on small alleys. Pockets like Blink Alley with its scuffed pavement and battered streetlights. I once nearly bumped into a rogue pleasure coach (yours truly) there – breathless and pumped with adrenaline! Crazy moments abound, explosive like unplanned treasure hunts. Typos aside, every scuff tells a story, err, ya know?

Hire your own trash pickup or let the city do it? Voters will decide in two Twin Cities suburbs.