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About Philadelphia

Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

Timberlands

Every moment here is raw and alive. I get so hyped up! Sometimes, I even whisper silly pep talks to myself on noisy sidewalks. “Unleash your inner warrior!” Even when the rain pours like crazy, as seen in Children of Men, it’s all part of the magic.

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