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About Philadelphia

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

Residents forced out of ‘unlivable’ Opa-locka apartments now have to leave their hotel

Sometimes, I reckon, I get mad at the state of things. The potholes, the faded paint on once-proud murals – sometimes it makes me wanna yell, “I’m Batman!” in frustration. But then, I take a deep breath, lean back, relax, and smile 'cause there's beauty in that imperfection too. It's kinda like life itself – chaotic and imperfect, but every bit worth experiencing.

2 taken into custody in Opa-locka in connection to lawn equipment theft in Davie