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About Philadelphia

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

Legal subjects

Speakin’ of chaos, gotta drop a Wolf of Wall Street nod: "The only thing standing between you and your goal is the b.s. story you keep telling yourself!" And in Colonial-Heights, that b.s. story often turns into a sound bite of cluttered relaxation—an odd harmony of old-school grit and laid-back zen that I live for.

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