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About Philadelphia

Me, I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “I’m not sayin’ I’m a god, but worship me anyway.” The vibe? Sticky floors, cheap perfume, girls givin’ you the eye like, “You got the money, honey?” It’s a circus—hustlers, dreamers, creeps. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—mate, it’s 50 euros, not a goat trade! Pissed me off, cheap bastard. But then, this lass, all sass, told him, “Fuck off, I’m priceless.” Had to clap for her—queen shit right there.

Candy Belt & Gloria Ross

This town’s got streets like Main, Oak, and Elm that buzz with odd energy. You got quirky shops on Lakeview Ave and chill hangouts on Brook Street. And you know what? I even got a massage parlor on Birch Blvd that stands out. It’s a spot where secrets wash away under my hands. Yeah, sounds cool, eh?

Oak Grove becomes part of Virginia-based artist’s ’50 in 50’ project