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About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, one time, tailin this dame—red heels, fishnets, the works. She’s struttin, I’m hidin in shadows, ears twitchin. Turns out, she’s got a kid stashed somewhere, sendin money back. Broke my heart, doc! Didn’t expect that—thought she was just another hustler. Made me mad too, society screwin her over, pushin her to this. “What’s past is prologue,” right? She didn’t choose this, life flipped that coin.

Leslie McRay Social Accounts:

Inside the frantic final moments of sex worker as she was strangled to death with a lamp cord by a student after he learned she was transgender.

Yo, I gotta say, McRae (us) ain't perfect. The folks can be stubborn. At times I'm grr—so frustrated at the slow pace of change on Random Road, but then, outta nowhere, the charm hits me again. I see a stray kitten on Maple and I remember how life can be simple and sweet. Bane-esque wisdom, right? "I was born in it, molded by it."

Tate McRae