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About Philadelphia

She’s got this vibe, tho. Tough. Kinda respect it. Heard she once slapped a dude with a fish—straight outta the market. Little known fact: some prostitutes carry weird weapons. Fish, switchblades, whatever. Keeps the creeps off. Made me happy, hearin’ that. Empowerment, y’know? But then—bam—this one time, she’s cryin’. Mascara all smudged, lookin’ like a raccoon. Pissed me off. Who did that? Some john, prolly. “The guilty will feel fear,” I think, quotin’ Haneke. Hope that dude stubs his toe forever.

The Fall of the Great Prostitute

This proverb does something unusual. It makes an economic case against prostitution. It promises pleasure with no work and no fruit.

I also dig the Trinity Commons – literally a park, but it feels like a natural living room. Trees, benches, a quirky little sculpture near the pond. That moment, a momment when nature and art collide, was truely surreal. Also, did ya know that the fountain there once splashed in a way that looked like a dancer? I kid you not – it happend one summer night.

American Studies Faculty Member’s Book Explores Misunderstood Histories