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Correction: A story Thursday on novelists Ashley and JaQuavis Coleman gave their age incorrecly. They are 25.JaQuavis and Ashley Coleman, both 25, are likely one of the youngest married couples to hit the New York Times best-seller list. And they owe all to their very colorful past.His as a drug dealer. Hers as his ride-or-die chick.He was pushing product. She was counting up the money. And that’s what they do, still.Only now the product is literary instead of illegal, and the money comes as royalty checks instead of crumpled dollar bills from the hands of a crackhead looking for a hit.
The Colemans are among a group of authors who write Street Lit, a genre that many considered a bastardization of African American literature when it first hit the bookshelves a dozen years ago. Street Lit is urban fiction but written in a grittier style, focusing on a subculture of drugs, prostitution, and street violence. Accusations that it glorifies those things abound.

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Joey’s friend and political ally Dom Giordano, of WPHT (1210-AM), was broadcasting live from the tip of the sidewalk, facing cheesesteak archrival Pat’s.
Giordano surmised that Joey had always supported police officers and police charities in part to atone for the criminal activities of his father and brother.
Joey often gave money as silently as a burglar, other times as loud as a firetruck. The private giving, son Geno says, was usually to people facing huge medical bills. Publicly, Joey gave money to AIDS, cancer, sickle-cell charities, among others, maybe hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
Joey didn’t shrink from publicity and sometimes courted it because, personally, he enjoyed the spotlight and shrewdly understood it was also good for business. Again, smarts.
The shop is stuffed with photos of Joey in the grip of various celebrities – from stars to senators to strippers.

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Stockbridge, a Philadelphia native, marches around the city with his large-format 4×5 camera, climbing into abandoned houses where squatters fetch up. Here, what passes for bedroom decor is a collision of filthy chairs and smashed television sets and the occasional tree branch sprouting through the wall boards or “R.I.P.” scratched above what appears to be a blood-stained mattress. It’s this bleak alternative vision of American domesticity — like an Arch Digest shoot gone terribly wrong — that Stockbridge documents obsessively in Jeffrey Stockbridge: Photographs 2005-2008. The exhibit is on view at the Wapping Project Bankside, a gallery in London, until September 3.
“Philadelphia was hit hard by the post-industrial economic decline during the mid-to-late 20th century,” Stockbridge explains. “My work… explores the state of mind of these neglected neighbourhoods. I am interested in the concept of shelter and its relationship to survival. Drug use, prostitution and vacant homes are deeply ingrained in the culture of Philadelphia. They stand as a result of poverty but they also propel it. Many people ask me why I choose to photograph such a negative subject matter. My answer is ‘I live in this city.’”

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Joey’s friend and political ally Dom Giordano, of WPHT (1210-AM), was broadcasting live from the tip of the sidewalk, facing cheesesteak archrival Pat’s.
Giordano surmised that Joey had always supported police officers and police charities in part to atone for the criminal activities of his father and brother.
Joey often gave money as silently as a burglar, other times as loud as a firetruck. The private giving, son Geno says, was usually to people facing huge medical bills. Publicly, Joey gave money to AIDS, cancer, sickle-cell charities, among others, maybe hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
Joey didn’t shrink from publicity and sometimes courted it because, personally, he enjoyed the spotlight and shrewdly understood it was also good for business. Again, smarts.
The shop is stuffed with photos of Joey in the grip of various celebrities – from stars to senators to strippers.

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When old buddies from high school get together, the typical conversation is guy talk and remember-whens. But day care? Nannies? Toddler art classes?That’s exactly what Class of 1994 Harriton High School alums Matt Gorman, Scott Caplan, and Farrell Ender found themselves discussing again and again after they all became parents. “We talked about where to go and how it was a mad rush to sign up for things,” says Gorman. “There was a huge demand, and what was out there wasn’t that great.”So the ambitious trio, with help from their wives and pint-size consultants (the three fathers have a total of four daughters), decided to do something about it. “We are committed to raising our kids in the city. This was born out of a desire for that,” says Gorman.
The three found the large space they were looking for just east of Broad at 13th and Locust. And so, in the ultimate symbol of the neighborhood’s culture shift, what was once Signatures, a strip club in the Gayborhood, is now Nest, a kid club in what some are marketing as Midtown Village.

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The Global Fund froze payments of a $283 million AIDS grant in November after finding that Chinese government agencies had breached an agreement by channeling too small a share of the funds to grassroots groups. Then in May, it stopped payments of all other grants in China after concerns about how the money was being used by the thousands of counties that receive grant payments.
Earlier this year, the $22 billion Global Fund faced a backlash among major donors over reports of corruption. It has said it would make public more detailed information about money it has lost to fraud and mismanagement.
Resolving the China dispute could mean China will continue to receive payments of $300 million in funding over the next several years for programs to prevent and treat HIV and AIDS in prostitutes, intravenous-drug users, and others, and for malaria and tuberculosis – unless the recent talks resulted in a reduction of the funding.

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Even more uncharacteristic was the fact that Sharpless had gone out for a night on the town, her mother said. She said her daughter had been working long hours as a nurse.
Knebel said she and her husband, Peter Knebel, were eager to give Sharpless some downtime and had offered to watch their granddaughter, who was 12.
Police said Sharpless’ cellphone has not been used since she sent a text message to her daughter a few hours before leaving the party, urging her to get a good night’s sleep. Her credit cards have also not been used. Her car, with Pennsylvania tag DND-7772, was spotted once, by a machine that records license-plate numbers on Sept. 8, 2009, in Camden.
Law, who has set up a Sharpless Facebook page and a website – www.MissingToniSharpless.com – to generate leads, has theorized that Sharpless’ impaired condition could have made her vulnerable to a drug or prostitution ring.

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Anybody who donates $30,000 or more annually becomes a member of the University Club and is promised interaction with a student-athlete, two pregame football sideline passes, travel for two on the team charter to a road game, scoreboard recognition at Sun Life Stadium, four VIP hospitality passes, and a diamond lapel pin, among other things.
That, in a nutshell, is how Shapiro, a rogue Hurricanes booster later imprisoned for a $930 million Ponzi scheme, began to infiltrate the inner sanctum of the Hurricane athletic department a decade ago. A sideline pass here. A road trip there. Before long, he claims, he was a Hurricane sugar daddy, hosting players, and even some coaches, at salacious parties on his $1.5 million yacht, in his $6 million waterfront mansion, and in the VIP rooms at South Beach’s hottest clubs. He says he showered his favorite football players with fancy suits, jewelry, TV sets, cash, and prostitutes. And, he says, he handed $10,000 to a Miami assistant basketball coach to pay off handlers for coveted recruit DeQuan Jones.

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PC: Aha! So even the policers are partaking. The lure of cheese is strong. And (dare I say?) carnal. A local cheese blogger—Madame Fromage—calls herself a “digital cheese courtesan,” giving cheese lovers what her forebears gave their own lovers: education and allure. She says the French do it better. “You can go and have them in France, a wonderful raw-milk brie, and you come here and people wonder, ‘Why doesn’t it taste the same?’” said Tenaya Darlington, a.k.a. Madam Fromage.  ”You can’t import them, and local cheese makers can’t sell them.”
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PC: Wink, wink. As a cheese courtesan, relationships are her business. Young, raw-milk cheese is illegal to sell, but not illegal to make. Darlington is on the tip when a local dairy farmer rolls out some under-the-table chevre. Those kinds of direct, consumer-to-farmer relationships don’t happen without a middleman. Five years ago Emilio Magnucci became that man.

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Dwight Perry, Seattle Times: (on Ohio State’s plan to stave off NCAA penalties in meeting last week with the infractions committee) “Presenting each committee member with a personalized Buckeyes jersey and a tattoo-parlor gift card might have been a bit over the top.”
Ken Mangum, Atlanta Athletic Club groundskeeper: (after mowers hacked up his greens on the eve of the PGA Championship) “It’s a little like cutting yourself with a razor on your wedding day.”
Bill Belichick, New England Patriots coach: (on social media) “I don’t’ Twitter, I don’t MyFace, I don’t use Yearbook. I don’t do any of those things.”
David Thomas, Fort Worth Star-Telegram: (on Jacksonville’s 73-70 win over Arizona in the Arena Bowl) “Proving once again that defense wins championships.”
Michael Rosenberg, SI.com: (on the latest Miami scandal) “Cash payments, alcohol, strippers, hookers — no wonder the Hurricanes haven’t won much lately. They’re exhausted.”

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