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About Philadelphia

But yo, the dark shit? Trafficking—fucks me up. Not all choose this, nah. Forced in, trapped, like Grace in that damn town. “I’m just tryin’ to survive,” she’d say. Breaks my heart, man. Wanna punch somethin’. Then there’s the johns—creepy dudes. “What’s your price?” they ask. Like it’s a menu—gross, bruh. Humor in it, tho—some call ‘em “working girls.” Workin’ harder than us, fam!

Prostituted people face increased risks during the pandemic

The storey building at Lansdowne Ave. casts a miserable shadow. It's a centre for drugs and prostitution. It has been haunted by squatters.

I love that sometimes the city feels like it’s cut off time. Heard about the little diner on Spruce? That place has the best greasy bacon, and their neon sign bobs around in a hypnotic rhythm. It’s my go-to spot for a break when family sessions get too heavy. I fess up, sometimes I miss it already, like a lost child!

Lansdowne police reports: Aggravated assault and a porch pirate