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About Philadelphia

Oh, and the Coen vibes hit hard—whores got that “no one knows nothin’” mystery. Are they playin’ ya? Are they legit? Keeps ya guessin’, and I’m like, “YAAAS, keep it messy!” Me, I’d prob’ly trip over my own heels tryin’ to strut like ‘em—hah! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Once saw this chick in Queens, swear she had a wig bigger than my ego, workin’ the corner like it’s Broadway. Thought, “Fran, she’s got your number, doll!”

Welcome to LJ Hooker Joondalup

Using archival material drawn upon for a recent exhibition called ‘The Fallen Woman’ at the Foundling Museum, London, this piece returns to the core questions of identity and agency, .

Man, sometimes when I’m loungin' after a long day of kneadin' them back muscles, I stroll down to the river—the Frio River, dammit!—and I swear, the water's like liquid poetry, if you catch my drift. And there’s that crumpled ol' bridge on Sunset Blvd. that’s been there since forever. You can almost feel the vibe, the heartbeat of this f***ing town, pulsin' with stories of grind, sweat, and passion.

WR Ricky Pearsall Reacts to 49ers Walkoff Win, First-Career TD and CMC Return