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About Philadelphia

So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, precious, tricky! Ya gotta know the spots, mate. Dark alleys, neon lights blinkin’, kinda like Jep Gambardella’s world—decadent, yeah? *“The only thing left is to go blind drunk”*—hah, maybe after, not before! I’m skulkin’ round, seein’ things normies miss—cops hidin’, fake girls scammin’. Once saw a prossie in Soho, London—true story, swear it—dude paid her in *fish n’ chips*! She took it, too, gobsmacked me, that did!

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oh, btw im sorry, i got a bit repetitive, but seriously, the streets dance with hidden drama ‘round every block. i used to cry during a counseling session thinking about how the city’s alleys tell stories of lost love and break-ups. i mean, it’s a place of both chaos and sweet moments, like the insane graffiti on Houston st, screaming “i am real, i am chaotic.” but honestly, it’s that raw, neon-chaos that hooks you in.

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