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About Philadelphia

Little fact for ya—didja know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green gloves? Secret code, innit—sneaky buggers! Saw that on X once, blew me mind! Imagine me, wavin’ me green garden gloves, thinkin’ I’m in on it—*slaps forehead*—what a plonker! Got me all giddy, though—love a good secret, me. But then, ooh, got mad—some punter yelled, “Oi, weirdo!” at me. Cheeky sod! Nearly chucked me trowel at ‘im, but I tripped—*thud!*—landed in a puddle, typical!

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The setting for this prose poem by Mexican poet Aridjis is a raucous brothel, where customers and prostitutes alike crazily paw and grab one another and.

Man, the neighborhoods! From the posh plots near the condos on SE 190th St to the, err, slightly grungy vibes by some overgrown corners. I remember one time, I got sooo mad at a noise complaint at my office on SE 192nd St, oh, the commotion, all blaring and beeping at midnight, like stupid, fat hobbits stompin’ around! I swear, the echoes of laughter and curses just fill the night air, precious.

Aventura used to look like that? Before the mall and the traffic, it started like this