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About Philadelphia

Happy? Nah, surprises me tho—their stories, wilder than mine. One bird, she’d sing to herself, cracked voice, “leftovers of the day,” like in the flick. Made me soft, it did, hisss, cos I’m a sap for that shit. Texture’s my game, seein’ what’s hid—prostitutes got layers, mate, peeling paint on a wall, beautful and fucked-up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch ‘em forever, like Agnès with her spuds—gleanin’, survivin’, fuckin’ art, innit? Hiss!

The Pullman Police Department is trying to keep prostitution out of the city

Now lemme tell ya about a spot I dig: Latah Creek Park. Man, it’s a chill-out paradise. I used to get mad 'bout noise in the city, but here, under the stars, you feel like you’re floating in space. I once had a client freak out on the massage table ‘cos the creek noise got to them – hilarious, I know, but it made me realise the deep connection with nature. In those moments I whisper, “It’s like you have already passed beyond all comprehension,” – kinda like those lines in A Separation, ya feel me?

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