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About Philadelphia

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

Mitzie Sharia Pace

I "accidentally" hired a prostitute while traveling in Thailand. After living in co-ed dorm style hostels for a few weeks with no alone time, I decided it was time to visit one of the nearby massage Missing: Idabel.

My work shows me stuff others miss. I meet folks with hearts heavy and happy. Sometimes, a client’ll share a secret while I knead away their knots—each sigh tells a story of this city. One mad day, a feller mumbled, "It’s all wrong, precious, everything's doggone wrong!" and I laughed, mad but kind, thinking how Dogville’s words echo here.

National Weather Service upgrades Idabel tornado to EF-4