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About Philadelphia

So, I’m chattin’ up this one—gorgeous, the best, hair like gold, legs for days. She’s talkin’ prices, I’m like, “Honey, Trump don’t haggle, I’m the king of deals.” She laughs, I’m happy, feelin’ great—best mood ever. “Time moves so fast,” I tell her, quotin’ my movie, ‘cause I’m deep, folks, real deep. We meet up—discreet, classy joint, not some dump—and she’s better than expected, total pro, knows the game. Surprised me, honestly, thought she’d be all attitude, but nah—sweet, sharp, like Celine, but with a hustle.

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

Hey, there's also the old Bricktown – an artsy district boastin’ both ancient brick buildings and new tech startups. It gives me major Dogville vibes with that raw, gritty look. Relax, dude, every broken door hides a story. I once met an old lady talking ‘bout “how every crack in the pavement is a memory” – kinda deep, like "Put every crack to work, let ‘em be a brushstroke" sorta thing.

Alice J. Pockat Obituary March 2, 2025