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About Philadelphia

Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

Explore the Oldest Commercial Building in Jonesborough!

Street walkers, call girls.

The river? Yes, the little creek that runs past the old mills—it’s a vibe, meandering like it’s on a slow-motion chase scene from "The Act of Killing." Sometimes I nap by there on a sunny day, mumblin’ and flapping my arms like a dorky Mr. Bean, lost in thought.

Tennessee’s oldest town preparing for Easter festivities