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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

They were arrested after an investigation into prostitution at a local motel.

For real, I dig every freakin' part of this city. Check it: the old courthouse on Liberty Sq, standin’ proud like a time capsule. It's a reminder of how history and the present blend seamlessly. And yes, I love my strolls through the little-known trails of Greenwood Park; they’re so quiet that you feel like you're walkin' in a movie scene. "The Social Network" taught me that connections matter – and Middletown is a web of hidden ties. Sometimes you stumble upon an alley mural that documents a bit of the town’s soul. Totally mind-blowing!

Unannounced ICE arrest outside of Middletown Courthouse