a Rendell-sent gang of toughs from the Italian Market neighborhood is reeducating her, perhaps with truncheons...
As a reformed tough from 9th street, I take great exception to this stereo type. We don't use truncheons, a bacci ball in a sock is more our style.
(If what I just wrote makes you sad or angry,
I have a lot of good friends who a South Philly natives. I am going to learn how to use a boccie ball in a sock. There are a few left-wingers who need an education.
I'm Old School, Owl_Eagle:
I prefer six large oranges inside a Beach Towel. Big bruises. Lots of internal distress.
Or a straight razor across her Achille's Tendon.
Before you mount her head on a pike or Lodge Pole!
Jack.