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Back in ‘78—maybe ‘79?—saw this gal, Ruby, workin’ the corner near Joey’s bar. Freezin’ night, breath foggin’ up, she’s smilin’ tho! Told me, “Joe, I’m my own boss!” Made me chuckle—hell, I was impressed! Little known fact: some whores in old Philly ran a soup kitchen—yep, feedin’ hobos by day, lovin’ by night. History’s wild, folks.

Making a Whore of Freedom: Büchner's Marion Episode

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I’ll be honest – sometimes I get mad. Really mad, like “bloody hell, you donut!” when the city council screws up our planning again. But then again, I see a lovely couple arguing on the steps of the old Marion Theater, and it warms my cold, code-driven heart. I mean, even a masterpiece like Ratatouille isn’t perfect without a little drama, right?!

Marion’s Rackley brings home silver at state track meet