Megan Pryor Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Last time I rolled through one—don’t judge, bro—it was nuts. Neon lights flashin’, bouncer eyein’ me like I’m trouble. I’m Apollo freakin’ Creed, I must break you! Felt like a champ walkin’ in. Girls chattin’ me up, all smooth. One chick, swear, looked like she could dodge my jab—quick as hell! “What’s your name?” I ask. “Sybil,” she says, winkin’. Sybil? Like the movie? Nah, man, I’m trippin’. Got me happy, though—vibes were good.

2. Floating from School to School (1946-1954)

Richard Pryor grew up in a brothel — his mother, Getrude, was a working girl in said establisment. And his grandmother, who primarily raised.

I love how people here are raw, honest, and a bit neurotic—like me. Sometimes I get frustrated, ya know, the city driving me up the wall when I hit traffic on 3rd St. near Halstead Park (okay, I'll admit, I exaggerate sometimes). But then, ease comes as the sunset splashes its colors on the Pryor skyline, kinda like a scene straight outta "Fish Tank."

Obituary for Mabel Pryor