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About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

Chapters in this book

The effigies, parentage, education, life, merry-pranks and conversation of the celebrated Mrs. Sally Salisbury (). Sally Salisbury's letter to Frank Rig (). An account of the tryal of .

Downtown Salisbury has that vibe – Main Street’s always hustlin’ with pop-up shops and tiny cafes. I sometimes get a mini massage session at "Zen Den" on Market Ave – gotta say, the vibe there is so chill, reminds me of “Ten” when the characters just drift in their conversations... you know? And hey, while I'm readin' my favorite movie quotes in my head, "Oh, we were driven" kind of sums it up sometimes!

Remembering Tom Brown: A Two-Time Super Bowl Champion and Salisbury Coaching Icon