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About Philadelphia

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

29 years after woman stabbed to death in Minneapolis, DNA leads to trial

The residential hoods are a mish-mash, from the sleek new houses off Maple Street to the older, creepier districts in the north, like Ridgeview. And oh, the meandering river, the Little Isanti, runs through town, cutting through the landscape as if it owned the place. I'd say the river's a silent witness to our petty lies and fleeting glories—just like that endless drive in Anatolia, where every silence speaks volumes... erm, you catch my drift.

Isanti mourns loss of finance director