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About Philadelphia

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

Firestone Tyres

May 26,  · Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house Missing: Firestone.

Bro, real talk: the local river, Lake Breeze, shouldn’t be missed. I often work by its banks—the calm water, the chill sunset, it’s nature’s lullaby, like Drake’s smooth beats. Sometimes, when I’m kneading out those aches, I zone out and think, “man, truth is in the details.” And these details, like the rusty red brick of Willow Lane or those neon signs over on Maple Street, seeemso underrated.

Race Highlights: Firestone Grand Prix of Monterey