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About Philadelphia

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

Prostitution: A Florida snapshot

I gotta drop these personal feels: one day, I massaged a dude on 7th and Oak—man, his back was a mess from the daily grind, and I had him blabbin’ on ‘bout life like, “Yo, every moment’s a new chapter,” straight out of the vibe in Spotlight, you know? Even if it sounds cheesy, these sessions make me happy cuz I'm changin' lives, one spine at a time.

Dump truck crashes into Firestone Auto Service Center in East Goshen Township