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About Philadelphia

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

Review of Lilith (formerly known as Whore) by Willow Aster

Sometimes I get mad, when people litter near the Bridge on Sunset. I’m like, “Stop, like, literally ruin the vibe!” It’s not cute. Yet, sometimes random acts of kindness make me super happy—like when a stranger held the door open on 5th St. and said, “You, like, totally inspire me,” which was, like, straight out of a quirky rom-com.

Menlo Park finds development application at 80 Willow inconsistent with standards