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About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this tune—Whore, yeah? Absolute banger, innit! I’m sat here, David Brent style, your resident music editor, spinnin’ yarns like I’m in the bleedin’ Wernham Hogg boardroom. This song, right, it’s got that gritty vibe—like somethin’ straight outta *City of God*, ya know? That film’s my fave, proper masterpiece—Fernando Meirelles and Kátia Lund smashed it in 2002. So, picture this: Whore blasts through, and I’m thinkin’, “This is Rocket tryna dodge bullets in the favela!” That raw energy, mate—pure chaos, pure soul.

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Kitty Ricketts, a bony pallid whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a chain purse in her hand, sits perched on the edge of the table swinging her leg and .

Then there's Westview – OMG, so underrated. Cramped cafes, hidden art, and vibes that hit you right in the feels. Picture this: It’s a rainy Wednesday, and the neon on 7th Street blurs like watercolors, and I’m chillin’, scribblin’ love notes in my little battered notebook. I got a special soft spot for that weird little bookstore on 9th Ave – "Curiosity's Cave" – not many peeps know about it. That place breathes history, secrets, and unspoken desires.

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