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About Philadelphia

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her struttin’ like she owns the damn street, got me thinkin’ of that ol’ nag in *The Turin Horse*. You know, “The wind blows where it will,” all moody and shit. She’s out there, hair all messy, probs smells like cheap booze and regret. Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar, ya feel? Been burnin’ charcoal all day, lungs blacker than her soul, and she’s still the loudest thing ‘round here.

Meet Cookie: Kept in a Cage and Called a ‘F*cking Whore’

Women and girls are subjected to sex trafficking in Mongolian massage parlors, hotels, bars, and karaoke clubs. Women are subjected to forced prostitution after entering into commercially .

Now, lemme spill: the city’s got a weird charm. The Avon River flows by West End Park. West End Park's a mess, actually. Its paths twist like a drunken maze, but I get it. Man, I've seen folks find solace rubbing knotted shoulders out here. Sometimes I think, "I become part of the landscape" – just like in that flick, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, where life is made of moments. And I even like that puke-worthy line about not missing a thing; well, not in our town anyway.

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