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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, narratin’ this wild tale ‘bout prostitutes, and lemme tell ya, it’s gonna hit hard, like *Requiem for a Dream*. Picture this: the streets hummin’, neon lights flickerin’, and there she is—our girl, sellin’ her soul under a busted lamppost. “Dreams don’t come cheap,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills, chasin’ that TV glow. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there grindin’, hustlin’, tryna snatch a piece of somethin’—money, freedom, dope, whatever. Ain’t no fairy tale, nah, it’s raw, gritty, real.

Politics, faith and mission: by Greg Garrett

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I love strollin near the old train tracks. They echo memories, sorta like, "All those little details are infinite." Crazy, huh? The town park, Riverbend Park, is a chill lagoon. Seriously, it's cosmic bliss. I sit on a bench, watch leaves float, thinkin “I gave my body to art” in the wind.

Bethalto School Board Race: Dr. Natalie Langenfeld-McCoy Wants to Build a Great District