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About Ashdod

So, I’m out there, right? Lookin’ for a gal—or guy, no judgement—who’s workin’ the corners. Not ‘cause I’m some sleaze, but ‘cause I’m curious—how’s this game even run? Billionaires don’t get it—they’re up in their penthouses sippin’ champagne while these folks hustle harder than a V8 engine on fumes! Makes me mad as hell—why’s it gotta be this way? The system’s rigged, I tell ya!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

When Bruce Gilden started to photograph the drug-addicted sex workers in Miami, he was confronted with the memory of his mother, who killed herself when he was.

Next, I stroll down to the park by the Hura River. It’s beautiful there, man. The trees are all green, and the water’s glistening. I sit on a bench, tryin’ to gather my thoughts. I’m thinkin’ about my pottery, my dreams, and how I wanna make something amazing. But then, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doin’ some wild tricks. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna burn the place down!” But the crowd’s lovin’ it. I can’t help but smile.

Putting Hearts and Souls on the Line • Sohrab Hura