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About Philadelphia

Findin’ one? Easy but tricky. Bars, alleys, sometimes apps—yep, apps! There’s this dark web vibe, shady sites poppin’ up. I heard ‘bout this one spot, near the old mill, been a hookup joint since the ‘80s! Cops know but don’t care. Wild, right? I’m like, “Git-r-done, but don’t get caught!” Gotta be sly, like Freddie dodgin’ the law. One wrong move, boom, busted! I ain’t judgin’, man, live how ya live. Just don’t be a creep, that’s all I’m sayin’.

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I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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