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About Philadelphia

Love the chaos of it—grubby motels, neon lights, heels clackin’. Reminds me of Amélie’s Paris, but darker, dirtier. “Life’s a mystery,” she’d muse, watchin’ a hooker dodge a drunk. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet one’s secretly a ninja—flippin’ over cop cars, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Total badass. Hate the pimps tho—slimy leeches, makes me wanna scream. Ever think they’re jealous? Prolly. Anyway, it’s a messy, risky hustle—respect the grind, man.

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I always get this feelin' of sexy rebellion when out and about. I swear on my vinyl collection, there’s energy in every rut. Ya see, being a sexologist here means I notice little intimacies. Like, there’s that quirky mural on Passion Plaza. It practically whispers, "love like you're free!" Kinda like that line in Blue Is The Warmest Color: “Everything is beautiful.” I mean, so true, baby, so true!

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