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About Philadelphia

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, like 1900s Paris (Moulin Rouge vibes, baby!), them courtesans were high-class, not just street wanderers. Fact is, some had clients who’d pay in jewels—crazy, huh? I’m like, “Spectacular, spectacular!”—imaginin’ some dame in feathers struttin’ her stuff. Nowadays, it’s all shady corners or sketchy apps—progress, my ass! Makes me mad how it’s gone from art to just… ew.

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Now, let’s be real. There’s this spot on Riverfront Park. It’s nothing fancy, but for me it reminds me of those long nights coding swipes, dreams and junk and heartaches. I mean, on some evenings I walk there with a pizza in one hand and a dream for true love in the other. And all the while I mutter “Whoa... so fucking real.” It’s the city’s heartbeat, you kno?

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