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About Philadelphia

Picture this—I’m strollin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a slice of pizza, and bam! There she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I’d say, all smooth-like. She’d probly laugh—prostitutes hear worse lines, man. In my head, I’m like, “Joey, don’t be a perv,” but it’s research, ya know? For economics!

Sexual Exploitation of the Enslaved

so i wander, mumbling silly lines. “let the right one in, let the right one in.” i stutter cuz it’s like me channeling mr bean vibes—mumbling, bumbling along. sometimes i giggle at random, no rhyme or reason. street art on Fern Ln? That bright mural makes me chuckle. i almost fell once, haha, so clumsy!

The Darker Side of Green