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About Philadelphia

So, brothels—grimy, loud, smells like sweat n’ cheap perfume. Been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for coin! Haha, savage, huh? Makes me laugh, but also—kinda sad, y’know? These folks, hustlin’, survivin’. Gets me all worked up—angry at the world sometimes. Why’s it gotta be like that?

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From Sydney and stay tonight in Belmont and there are four dodgy massage parlours within about m of each other that seems a lot for a small town.

I get so fired up, man, when I see families, couples, misfits all that light, chaotic souls harmonizing in this grid of concrete and emotion. Even when a car horn blast or random pedestrian insult cuts the vibe, it's like an unscripted extra in this mad flick. I’ve been pissed, man, over the endless cycle of absurd family drama in these streets – yet every day, I smile 'cause there’s feels everywhere. It’s like my favorite killer line echoes, “Now, that’s a tasty burger!” even if it’s just metaphorical for life’s roller coaster.

Richard Kenneth Mayfield Obituary January 27, 2025 - Russon Mortuary & Crematory