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About Philadelphia

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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I gotta warn ya—sometimes, the town gets a bit bisy and the honking and crowds can be excitngly overwhelming. But then again, every city has its moments, right? There’s also this little diner on 3rd ave that every regular swears by. Smily faces all around, a slice of pie, and voila—pure bliss! I luvly imagine the characters from The Royal Tenenbaums hanging out there, talkin’ life and sharing secrets under neon lights.

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