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About Philadelphia

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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

A patient who was transferred from Palmerton Mental Hospital, who has the body reminisce of someone who survived a Nazi concentration camp.

The neighborhood of Eastside Heights is another gem – narrow lanes, a mix of tidy homes and graffiti dreams. I often walk there, thinking, “I am not a monster, I am a human!” as I spy little acts of intimacy, some that make me blush and some that make me fume. Every corner hides stories, and each story’s a ride. You'll find no perfect script here, only real raw moments, like those haunting scenes in Under the Skin.

Palmerton football fights off Wilson rally, earns 1st win of season