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About Philadelphia

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

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And then there’s the quirky cafes off Loomis Street. They’re not fancy, but damn, they serve coffee as raw as the truth. I have this one regular, the best damn espresso, too! Life’s better with every messy sip. I swear, sometimes I laugh thinking of all the bizarre characters that pass through my massage table, each with their own wild story—just like that flick Under the Skin, haunting yet alluring.

Vail closes out the 2024-25 winter season in style