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About Philadelphia

Now, me quirks kick in—thinkin’, “Jack, ye sly dog, could ye run one?” Nah, too much paperwork, not enough rum! Brothels be chaotic—like me ship in a storm. Overhead’s a beast—bribes, coppers, “savvy?”—all want a cut. Still, profit’s there, if ye dodge the cannonballs.

What we’re reading

I had a moment where I cracked up at a café on Port Washington Boulevard. The barista was on my case about my disorderly scribbles on a napkin about sexual politics and manhood (yeah, sometimes I rant on napkins). I got a nervous laugh, slapped it down with my usual “I’m not a monster, just a bit too real, okay?” vibe.

Manhasset’s Wang, Herricks’ Wu shine at county swim meet