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About Philadelphia

Rarrgh! So, this prostitute gig, man—wild stuff. Watched "The White Ribbon" again last night, that creepy-ass village vibe, y’know? Reminds me of her, this chick I met downtown. Dark hair, eyes like she’s hidin’ somethin’—prolly is. “The children are watching,” like in the flick, but here it’s johns, not kids. She’s hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank. Heard she once stabbed a dude with her heel—true story! Didn’t kill ‘im, just pissed her off, Rarrgh! Made me laugh, fuckin’ badass.

2. Historique et évolution de la prostitution à Paris

Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

Manhasset and Port Washington annual pancake breakfast