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About Philadelphia

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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(Photo: Half Moon Bay artist January Hooker, at right, with husband Chad–picture taken when the Miramar Beach Inn was being remodeled in the.

I be spittin’ truth 'bout specific spots with my own twist—quirky, raw, and real. Ain't gon' sugarcoat: Sometimes the traffic on Almaden Blvd makes me mad—yea, you heard me! But then, you look around, and half the city’s got a soulful charm. I once had a client burst into tears—felt like the raw, real emotion from that film, ya know, that bittersweet moment that leaves you thinkin’, “I wanna die” but ya keep pushin’, life goes on like lil Wayne spittin’ fire verses in the middle of the night.

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