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About Philadelphia

So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

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He has received fellowships from the UCross Foundation and Williams College. With his wife and son, he divides his time between Dublin, New York, Cullowhee .

In Cullowhee, live I do, many yrs in this cozy, wild place. Streets quaint, yes, like Oakridge Dr. and Maple Ln. Wander you must, around Main St., where old brick shops and smiley locals greet. Hmm, feel warm they do.

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