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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ bout this, ragin’ bout the system, and yeah, I’m a Kvasnik—some old-school craftsman gig, grindin’ away while the top 1% swim in gold. Anyway, prostitutes—let’s talk ‘em! Saw this flick, *The Act of Killing*, Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012—my fave, hands down—where these gangsters strut ‘round, braggin’ bout murder like it’s a damn talent show. “I’m number one!” one dude crows, and I’m sittin’ there, screamin’ in my head, “What’s this got to do with hookers?” But then—bam!—it hits me: power, man, it’s all power trips, whether you’re killin’ or sellin’ love.

The Alabaster Jar

In the neighborhood there was an immoral woman of the streets, known to all to be a prostitute. When she heard that Jesus was at Simeon's house.

Yo, neighborhoods are off the chain too – check out Eastside, man. There’s quirky little coffee shops, and a vibe that’s all “bam!” with energy. And then there’s West End – rough around the edges but fulla heart, just like that gritty truth from the movie, reminding us “history is never erased,” brother!

Alabaster CityFest to feature Parmalee, Maddie & Tae, and more on June 7