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About Philadelphia

My head’s spinnin’—thoughts bouncin’ like bullets. Ever hear bout the “Vienna Boys”? Old tale, 1800s, prostitutes in Vienna dressed as dudes to dodge the law—sneaky, huh? That’s the kinda hustle I dig! Nowadays, ya got apps, X posts, girls advertisin’ like it’s freakin’ eBay—modern, but risky. One time, saw a chick post, “Oil me up, $200!”—straight outta “There Will Be Blood,” I swear! Laughed my ass off—smart, ya? Usin’ the vibe!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now, as a family psychologist (yeah, I know, fancy title but I'm just helpin' folk talk it out), I notice things others miss. Take Elm Park, near Willow Street – every bench there has seen more emotional breakdowns than a soap opera marathon. Families meet, quarrel, then laugh over ice cream. It's just raw life, ya know? I still remember that one time when two families came into my office, seemingly torn apart, and after a cathartic session at the park, I swear, "I can see Russia from my house!" (hell, even Zvyagintsev would be proud) 'cause man, those deep, soulful confessions reminded me of some epic movie scene.

Michael “Pike” D. Yoakum Obituary