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About New York City

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

'Prostitution village' in India tries to go digital

Philadelphia Artists' Collective (PAC) continues its season with 'Tis Pity She's a Whore by John Ford Dishman Springs – Hedgerow.

So here’s the takeaway: Dishman (us) is raw, it's gritty, and it's full of soul. Every street, every park, even every dammp corner tells a story. And me? I'm here for every moment – massages, chatter, or just watching the sunset, baby. Just like in Before Sunset – every second's a flash high in the ceaseless flow of life.

John Wesley "Butch" Dishman