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About Philadelphia

Me fave whore story? This lass, Molly, swear she bedded Blackbeard hisself! Said he stank o’ rum and tar, paid her in cursed Aztec gold—dunno if it’s true, but I’d wager me hat it is. She’d purr, “You’re too sad for me,” like Samantha tellin’ Theodore he’s a mess. Got me thinkin’—whores see yer soul, mate, strip ye bare ‘fore ye know it. Surprised me, aye, how they read ye like a map to Davy Jones’ locker.

Around the New York Region

Chris Arnade, 46, a forex trader spends a lot of his spare time in Hunts Point with his camera snapping pictures of not only prostitutes, but also homeless people and drug addicts.

I been counselin' gals here for a while, helpin' 'em fight inner demons. Every conversation, every tear, it's like battlin' a roadside IED – life throwin' blasts your way! I get mad sometimes, seein' injustice, but then I also get stoked by the strength of these ladies. When I tell 'em, "I pity the fool that denies your worth!" they light up, know what I'm sayin'?

Hunts Point Recreation Center to host free sports clinic for women and girls