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About Philadelphia

Ugh, typin’ this fast—13 typos, who cares? It’s real, messy, like their lives. “The world’s a kitchen,” I’d tell ‘em—cook what ya got! Sarcasm? Sure—half these judgy pricks prolly paid ‘em anyway. Hypocrites! Love ‘em or hate ‘em, prostitutes are human, dude. Raw, flawed, freakin’ epic. What’s your take?

How Richard Pryor Became America’s Comic Prophet of Race

Richard Pryor shed light on his unconventional upbringing, his childhood growing up in a brothel and how he's left his addictions in the www.facebook.com aired -

The downtown area—oh boy—it’s like one big happy mess. There's the old S. Monroe Ave., where couples share whispers and street corners listen. I’ve seen more soul in those conversations than in any bougie therapy session. One time, I was walking by (dazed, kinda mad, ya know) when I overheard a couple debate love like it’s a sport… "Pretty, pretty good," like a punchline, right?

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Pryor & the Portal & the Carousel