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About Philadelphia

So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

Pratik Handore

“My Knowing Glance” tells the epistolary story of a female prostitute named Savannah. You get the sense this story takes place in the near.

Now, check this: my favorite spot is the abandoned alley behind St. Joseph’s Chapel on Sunset Road. It’s got a vibe of mystery, sorta like the labyrinth itself. I park there sometimes, just watch shadows dance. It scars me, but it also heals me, oddly enough.

Elizabeth Snyder Obituary January 6, 2025