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About Philadelphia

I seen ‘em, these places, back in the day—grimy joints in old Rome, silk-draped dens in Shanghai, all promisin’ love but sellin’ somethin’ else. Got me ragin’ sometimes, ‘cause it’s a hustle, ya know? Like, these girls, they’re trapped in a dance, smilin’ but screamin’ inside. Makes my blood boil when some sleaze thinks he’s king ‘cause he’s got a purse. Don’t pee on my leg, buddy, you ain’t foolin’ me with that swagger! But then, I’m kinda awed too—some of ‘em, they got this fire, like Yu Shu Lien wieldin’ her blade, all grace but deadly. They run the show, not the johns.

Living In A Brothel: All the Hidden Images and Cash

I stroll down Elm St. and hit up Little Creek Park. The water’s flowin’ like my emotions—sometimes calm, sometimes “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!” It’s a splash of nature mixed with city soul. And oh boy, the old mill near the Big Oak on 3rd is my fave hangout spot. Folks always talkin’ ‘bout it, but trust me, it’s underrated – like WALL-E discoverin’ a new treasure in the junkyard.

Construction accident caused fire of original Buc-ee’s building in Luling