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About Philadelphia

Oh, and the johns—ugh, slimy creeps mostly! Roxy’d joke, “They pay for silence, not sex.” Cracked me up, but truth stings. Surprised me once, tho—this quiet dude, paid her double just to talk. Weird, right? I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s buzzin’—prostitutes ain’t just hookers, they’re survivors, hustlers, rebels. Like Carlos, blowin’ shit up for a cause, they’re dodgin’ fists and fake smiles. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast ‘em all—Roxy, the booze-runners, the lot. Screw the haters, they’re my kinda crazy!

Richard the great

Prostitute Testifies She Met Poos in As in the Pryor family, the relationships between prostitutes, pimps, madams, clients and the law were never simple.

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."

Mark Anthony Pryor Obituary August 25, 2024