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About Philadelphia

Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. I’m a mechanic. Grease-stained hands. And all. But I’ve seen some shit. Y’know? Like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick’s dark. Twisted. “The punishment must be. Absolute.” Haneke’s line. Fits here. Prostitutes. Man. They’re everywhere. Streets. Bars. Even near my garage. One time. This chick. Red heels. Skirt barely there. Leaned on my Chevy. Asked for a “tune-up.” Laughed my ass off. Told her. “Honey. I fix cars. Not. You.”

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Borger was a true boomtown with all the appendages--fugitives, drug dealers, gaming houses, dance halls, prostitutes, and dishonest officers--though one could say boomtown hysteria .

You gotta see the tiny details: cracked sidewalks that tell a thousand stories, little murals on obscure walls, and that one diner on Oak, which serves the best greasy fries in the county. Sometimes I say “Fool me once… Foul me twice!” when my spa clients rave 'bout the city’s hidden charm.

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