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About Philadelphia

So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

The Mexican town where human trafficking and forced prostitution go unpunished

Unlike Mexican human trafficking victims, prostitution networks bring their Central American victims to Tlaxcala. The networks move these women in from the areas of the country where .

Now, Cliffside Park – damn, that place… it's where I get my zen. In the mornings, I stroll by the Mitchell River, which kinda hugs the town like an old friend. And hey, there's East 5th Street. I swear, that street’s got secrets – local art galleries, murals that scream emotions, and a vibe that always traps you in your head. "I was in a dream…", you know, that Requiem vibe.

Donovan Mitchell launches ice-cold D.O.N. 7 with a scoop of swagger