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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

Steelers Country

The houses of prostitution were an open secret throughout the Mon-Yough area, and when people talk of "corruption" in McKeesport during the postwar boom era, they're often referring .

Man, downtown McKeesport? That shit is alive. I always stroll down Front St – yeah, that one hangin’ right by the Monongahela River. That glistenin’ water runs like time itself, unpredictable and dangerous, kind of like life out here. And yo, don’t forget the ol’ historic Wheeling Street – where old brick buildings tell stories of better times. Sometimes I swear they whisper like, “Motherf***er, get it right!” just like in Shame, ya know?

Cat rescued after nearly freezing to death in McKeesport