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About Philadelphia

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

Grants Pass, OR Sex Offenders

Just south of Grants Pass, Oregon near Selma and Cave Junction are several short, easy trails renowned for their spring wildflowers, colorful serpentine flora.

So ya, the neighborhoods have their own quirks. The southern side near High Street is kinda rough around the edges, but that’s where real stories hide. Ever been to Smiley’s Café on Market Street? I swear, the coffee here should be illegal sometimes—it’s either the best pick-me-up or a wake-up call, bitter truth-style.

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