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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath now. Picture this: me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, wise as hell, voice rumblin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Now, I ain’t judgin’, nah, that ain’t my style. I see ‘em, walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’, lives heavy as a damn freight train. Reminds me of *Carol*, y’know, that flick I adore—Todd Haynes, 2015, pure gold. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, all soft and lost. That’s them, too, sometimes—trapped in a world they didn’t draw up.

Background

Police missed a "precious moment" to gain the trust of a half-naked and badly beaten sex-trade worker who walked into their Vancouver-area office, choosing instead to ridicule the woman .

I love hangin' out at Serenity Square (so ironic, I know) – it’s where you see folks talk about their life's struggles and feel like they can soar away. There’s a little indie bookstore on Sunset Road that smells like adventure and secrets. And oh, the riverside walk near Echo Bridge? It’s raw and real. Sometimes, the river’s murmur makes me think: "Life is not perfect, yet incredibly esthetic – be kind to you."

Bel Air’s Dark Horse Saloon to become Main Street Oyster House