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About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

The Crow Poster

Brandon S. Emerson reads his poem 'Whore'.

Then there’s Oakwood Drive. Crazy spot, honey—full of quirky murals and cozy window displays. I love strollin’ down Oakwood 'cause these walls talk stories. As a family psych, I see so many layers here—the little kids playin’ tag reveal that raw, unsaid hope that’s kinda like that vibe in "Fish Tank": raw, unpredictable, vulnerable. “You better believe it,” right?

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