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About Philadelphia

What gets me blood boilin’? Them pompous gents judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when they’re the ones sneakin’ round her skirts at dusk! Hypocrites, the lot—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em. But she? She’s got guts, mate. Happy as a clam, me, watchin’ her outsmart ‘em. Once saw her nick a gold chain off a drunkard mid-tumble—smooth as rum down me gullet. Surprised me, aye, how she danced through life like it’s a jig.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

I fully understand that sex workers cannot expect shopping sprees on Rodeo Drive, private jets to the opera, or men who look like Richard Gere.

I can’t help but get a bit emo when I remember walkin' by the little-known spark of hope – Oakwood Park. Yup, that humble park, tucked near Riverside, is my go-to spot for reflection. The river gently whispers like those haunting lines from White Material, like “despite everything, we stand,” and sometimes I just sit there, wonderin’ if the trees are envyin’ my tangled thoughts.

Rodeo legend Roy Cooper dies in North Texas house fire