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About Philadelphia

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re talkin dangerous gigs—findin a prostitute’s wild, man! Like, legit risky biz. We aliens, right, cruisin Earth, scopin shit out, and this job? Nuts. Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick—Freddie Quell’s all lost, chasin somethin he can’t grab. “Man is not an animal!” he’d yell, but dude, this gig? Animal as fuck. You’re dodgin cops, sketchy pimps, STDs—shit’s a minefield.

Criminalising the purchase but not the sale of sex does not make the industry legitimate

The main articles about prostitution in the old newspapers concerned moving them away from the more respectable neighborhoods in Sheridan.

Yo, as a women's counselor, imma tell ya – this city listens. I overhear tears, laughter, secrets under the neon night lights. Its corners remind me of I think when our lives so interwined, like "A Separation" says, "the burden of truth... it leaves you hollow." But not hollow enough to not fill up with hope, ya feel?

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