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About Philadelphia

What gets me tho? It’s sneaky AND useful. Dual nature, like Yinniang again—“A blade with two edges.” Heals wounds, they say—some old herbalist swore it cured his rash. Probbaly bullshit, but who knows? I’m no doc. Still, pisses me off when it chokes my crops. One time, I ripped it out, hands bleedin’, yellin’ like a lunatic. Neighbor laughed—said I looked possessed. Maybe I was.

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

They’d spotted the prostitute in the front passenger seat, and while we may not have understood their shouts in the local dialect, one thing was clear: They weren’t happy.

Walkin’ by market street, I see all dem little shops which give it character. I get so happy when I see old timers swappin’ stories ‘bout the past over a cold brew. And ugh, sometimes I get mad at the noisy traffic on 2nd Ave. – can’t even relax at my spa! People buzzin’ like bumper cars, but I just gotta smile – “Look, EVE!” I say, amazed at how every corner punches ya in the heart with its quirk.

Ship collides with tugboat in Luling, Louisiana