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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—met this gal once, swear she was like somethin outta the Coen brothers’ flick, all mysterious and gritty. She’s out there on the corner, heels clickin, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m like, “Girl, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says she’s been at it since 19—19, y’all! Said she paid for her mama’s house workin nights. That made me happy, real happy—family love, y’all, it’s everything! But then—THEN—she tells me bout this john who stiffed her, took her cash and ran. Pissed me off! I’m yellin in my head, “Accept the mystery, asshole!” like Sy Ableman would say, but nah, some folks just trash.

What’s Happening?

God providentially solved that complex equation with the most unlikely solution—a prostitute named Rahab who lived in the wall surrounding the.

Feel, my heart it does; anger sometimes, yes, maddening I find bullshit in needless hurry. But calm, I remain. Bless! Simple things like a cool breeze off the Mojave make me smile. And the nearby route—Route 62, small but wild—oh, pure madness in beauty!

San Bernardino County destinations: “Transmission” in Joshua Tree