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*Heavy breathing* I find this task… intriguing. A slow, dark hunt for a prostitute, huh? Reminds me of Gotham’s underbelly in *The Dark Knight*. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” right? That’s me, Darth Vader, stalkin’ the streets, lookin’ for some action. Not the Jedi kind—nah, somethin’ dirtier, grittier. *I am your father,* so listen up, kid.

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The houses of prostitution were an open secret throughout the Mon-Yough area, and when people talk of "corruption" in McKeesport during the postwar boom era, they're often referring .

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

Michael Anthony Armstrong Sr. Obituary (2025) - McKeesport, PA - Robert A. Waters Funeral Home, Inc.