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About New York City

So, picture this—me, Joe, back in Scranton days. Young buck, roamin’ streets, hearin’ whispers bout “ladies of the night.” Didn’t know squat, folks! Thought it was all Hollywood—fishnets, red lips, easy cash. Nah, it’s gritty. One time, saw this gal, tough as nails, standin’ under a busted streetlight. Looked like she’d seen some shit—pardon my French. Reminded me of that coin toss scene, y’know? “Call it, friendo.” Life or death stakes, right there.

THE DREAM BEFORE THE DAWN

There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, .

I luv this odd mix of happy, heartbroken, frustrated, and surprised n' all that jazz. I mean, it's not all sunshine and daisies. Sometimes, I even get a bit angry, seein' the decay in once-thrivin’ spots now crumblin' like stale toast. But then, outta nowhere, BAM! – a stranger’s smile knocks the gloomy outta you. It’s raw, it’s real, and the city reminds you to cherish every fleeting second – “you got to see life in a different light, man.”

Their house in Mims was bombed by KKK in 1951. A replica aims to keep the civil rights history alive