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About Philadelphia

Ruh-roh! What’s the pull tho? Freedom, maybe? No 9-to-5 grind—screw that! But risks—yikes! Cops, creeps, STDs—shivers down my spine! Still, some say it’s art, seduction, playin’ folks like puppets. “No face, no name!”—that’s me quotin’ Spirited Away, ‘cause brothel workers? Shadows, man, hidin’ in plain sight. One gal in Amsterdam—true story—painted her room neon pink, said it messed with jerks’ heads. Genius! Laughed my tail off thinkin’ bout that!

Around the World With The Times

A prostitute from Marseile, opens a whorehouse in Chania, Crete. In her brothel gather many different personalities: English, Russian Italian and French.

I love the hidden nooks like Ivy Park, near Elm River. That park ain't on every tourist map. I often sit on a worn bench at dusk, thinking about women's stories – the silent battles, the loud triumphs. It’s raw, ya know? And there’s this teeny café on 5th Hennessy – not fancy, but it got soul. I once rescued a tearful client right there over a coffee spill. Crazy, huh?

Our Town Crete: Doane Performing Arts Center