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About Philadelphia

Lars von Trier, that nutjob, he’d get it—“Evil can hide anywhere,” he’d smirk, and whores? They’re the mirror, showin’ us our dirt. I’m over here, solderin’ wires, thinkin’, “Man, I’d buy her a drink!” Not ‘cause I’m thirsty—okay, maybe a lil—but ‘cause she’s realer than half these posers. Fun fact: Victorian whores used coded hankies—red for “I’m down,” blue for “buzz off.” Sneaky, right?

The Athens banner. (Athens, Ga.) 1902-1923, January 05, 1922, Image 1

There was a sailor, who was once a poet. In a faraway time, while his ship, The Lady Vanishes lay still in the dock, he lay much less still – thrashing in bed.

My fav neighborhood? Gotta be Eastwood Alley! Not many peeps know about it. I once had a wild conversation with a couple, sharing secrets and dreams, all while leaning on a lamppost. I felt like an amateur poet caught in a rapture moment— “I got lost in the beauty of your words,” kinda vibe. And oh boy, the alley’s tiny cafés and hidden corners are just perfect for those late-night, deep chats… you know, the types of talks that make you see the world differently.

Feds and Airmont end discrimination lawsuit with zoning changes for houses of worship