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About Philadelphia

So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

What We Do

Every month I join a team of women that goes into brothels, nightclubs, and red light districts in a large Indonesian city. Every outreach night is different. Sometimes our conversations seem .

Man, sometimes I get super mad at how slow things can move here. “Tonight’s the night,” I say, switching gears on social life, abruptly, like that moment in Fish Tank when chaos erupts. But the vibe builds you up; it’s like every street tells a damn story.

Flames rip through Irmo area home; crews from four departments battle the blaze