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About Philadelphia

So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

North America

Ok, gotta let loose: I’ve typed so fast, luv, gotta count my typos… like: bruther, gr8, awsm, rad, numb, luv, owt, dunno, gr8, ohwk, lol, yeap, yup, smokey, scribbly, and oh my gosh, thank ya! Each moment here is a slammin’ match of heart and soul, a real-life drama show. Brother, if you ever wanna feel alive, you jump right into Fort-Carson. Just remember those words from "Moolaadé": "You got the power, man!" and feel it, dude!

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