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About Philadelphia

Love *The Act of Killing*, precious—shows how ugly gets dressed up pretty. Whore’s like that—fancy lipstick, cheap heart. Once knew this lad, swear he did, lost his flat cos of it! Hooked, he was—kept goin’ back, like them killers relivin’ their crimes. “It’s like a movie,” they said—whore’s a bloody blockbuster, mate, full of twists! Surprised me how deep it cuts, leavin’ ya hollow.

Arrests and trials

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

From finance to restaurateur to men’s health advocate