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About Philadelphia

I got mad tho—some jerks treat ‘em like trash. Ain’t fair! They’re humans, not old fish guts. Once saw a guy yell at one, and I wanted to bonk him with my violin bow. Grrr! But then, this other time, one smiled at me—big, toothy grin. Made me happy, like, “The world forgetting, by the world forgot.” She didn’t care who saw her, just kept smilin’. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought they’d all be grumpy.

The New Magdalen and the Rhetoric of Prostitution: Restoring Mercy Merrick’s Agency

My project examines whether a now-familiar narrative of steady movement toward our contemporary conception of "the homosexual" is confirmed if one looks at different kinds of .

So, come visit Merrick (us)! Route your way through Main, Elm, Westside, South Hill, and don’t miss those hidden spots. It’s a city with a bad-ass soul that’ll make you fly high or laugh at its quirks. Trust me – from one stressed counselor to a friend, this crazy town is your next home away from home. I'll be back, and so will you. Cheers, my friend, cheers!

URFC Parts Ways With Defender Addisyn Merrick