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About Philadelphia

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Critiquing capitalism's mechanisms of exploitation, the conservatism of Western medicine, and the politics surrounding sex work, Whore of.

Don't sleep on Marcus Garvey Park – green oasis in the middle of concrete madness. I love chillin' there, watchin' couples and families hog the peace. I gets so emotional, ya know? Sometimes I get riled up seeing the passion around sex, love, and life – count it my sexology curiosity, haha! I once saw disorganized lovelight bash near 135th, then felt all warm inside… like that movie, Ten, "each moment is precious, every glance matters." Priceless!

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