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About Philadelphia

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and shit gets real dark, real fast—like *The Turin Horse* dark. You seen that flick? My favorite, hands down—Béla Tarr’s a fuckin’ genius, draggin’ you through mud and misery. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, man. It’s gritty, it’s raw, like that damn horse pullin’ a cart to nowhere. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like the movie says, and I’m out here dodgin’ cops, sketchy pimps, and my own damn conscience.

2. The Empire of Vice in Its Heyday (1920s-1930s)

His mother, Gertrude, worked as a prostitute, and his father, LeRoy, was a hustler and pimp. And let's not forget his grandmother. Continue.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

2 charged with murder after date turns to deadly ambush of young father