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About Philadelphia

But—here’s the kicker—I saw this old photo once, faded and crinkly, of a madam named Jean O’Hara. Ballsy chick ran a brothel like she owned the island! She even wrote a booklet—*My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute*—spillin’ all the tea. Said the cops were in on it, takin’ bribes left n’ right. Shocked me silly! Thought to myself, “Well, isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?” Kinda badass, though—she had guts, y’know?

Brothels in Paris

Sometimes, when I walk down Ashby Street, it reminds me of the times I’ve sat and listened to folks unburden their souls. The street’s lined with old oak trees, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. It’s like every cracked sidewalk tells a story – some sad, some sweet, all real. And me, I soak it all up, like a fish catching a current – we swears!

Le Mars Camera