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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson – deadpan, “I hate everything.” Brothels, huh? Disgusting dens of debauchery. Smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Saw one once, back in '98. Some dive in Nevada, all legal-like. Made me madder than a badger in a trap. Girls struttin’ around, half-naked, gigglin’. I hate gigglin’. Reminds me of “Moonrise Kingdom” – Sam and Suzy, runnin’ wild. Innocent kids, not this trash. “We’re in love,” they’d say. Sweet, pure. Brothels? Nothin’ pure there.

‘Conversation with no obligation’: What it takes to run a legal brothel

My name is Paula Giddings and I'm the E.A. Woodson Professor in Afro-American Studies and editor of the journal Meridians: Feminism, Race.

I can’t forget, in a flash memory moment, the local festival down by the creek, where dancing, crazy costumes, and un-worldly love meet under a full moon. It reminded me of that crazy, violent vibe in movie, “I am a bad, bad man,” but then I hush and think no, we are all kind here—like family, or sometimes, like lovers sneakin’ secret hugs.

Tribute for Marvin William Giddings