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About Philadelphia

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

Teen girls are pimped on Pacific Highway South; older women, many of them addicts, end up on Aurora. The wheels were set in motion for Aurora to become a place for pimping and Missing: North Gates.

Then, there’s Springfield, one of the older neighborhoods. Its streets, like Maple Rigth and Elm Sreet (yup, typo galore cuz I'm in a rush lol), are lined with quirky antique shops and bars that pop open like surprise scenes. I’ll never forget the night I crashed one of those open mic sessions – the vibe was just as edgy as a Tarantino script.

Best of 225 This Week: North Gate Fest, Bachtoberfest and more this weekend in Baton Rouge