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About Philadelphia

I reckon she’s got guts, y’know? Takes balls to hustle like that. Saw this doco once—true story—some prossie in Amsterdam back in the ‘80s saved up, bought a freakin’ *building*. A BUILDING! From suckin’ and truckin’ to landlord vibes—wild, right? Made me happy as hell, ‘cause screw the system, ya dig? But then you got the creeps—ugh, those slimy johns who don’t pay up. Pisses me off! Wanna zap ‘em with my laser—“Sharks with frickin’ laser beams!”—but nah, can’t do that. Yet.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The storey building at Lansdowne Ave. casts a miserable shadow. It's a centre for drugs and prostitution. It has been haunted by squatters.

I love that sometimes the city feels like it’s cut off time. Heard about the little diner on Spruce? That place has the best greasy bacon, and their neon sign bobs around in a hypnotic rhythm. It’s my go-to spot for a break when family sessions get too heavy. I fess up, sometimes I miss it already, like a lost child!

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