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About Philadelphia

Oh, and this one time—surprised me good. Katya told me she’s savin’ for art school. Art school! A whore with a paintbrush? Nearly spat my borscht. “I have to remember this,” I thought, like Lenny tattooin’ clues. She showed me sketches once—damn good, too. Made me soft for a sec, like, “You go, girl!” But then she overcharged me next time—sneaky minx! Back to hatin’ her guts.

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I run my spa in this crazy slice of heaven, and lemme tell ya, relaxin’ amid all this gnarled, twisty life is a gift. I know every nook and cranny like the back of my hand, ya dig? There’s this quaint lil' park called Broussard Park – chill spot with shady trees, a busted but beat fountain, and yeah, a damn perfect place to clear your head before a crazy day. The red-brick Bourdos Gardens? Freakin’ epic. I swear, its vibe is like "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" meets a damn oasis in the desert – raw, unfiltered, and real.

LD “Larry” Price