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About Philadelphia

I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

Hours of Operation:

There's a Wendy's that's in front of the Winn Dixie on OBT that used to be a Goodings, that's where I first remember seeing a working girl.

True story: once, after a mad counseling day, I wandered to the corner of Oak and Elm. I sat on a stoop, heart full, watchin’ couples pass by, smilin’ and bickering over life – typical Ocoee scenes. I muttered, “This is so beautiful, I’m gonna write a poem!” Almost wrote it on a napkin. Lolz, silly me.

Firefighters rescue man in SUV from Ocoee retention pond