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About Philadelphia

Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

Prostitution Running Rampant at The Brass Pole (Elyria, OH)

Oh, sorry, I'm ramblin'—so many moments flash by, like... yeah, like a kaleidoscope of life. It gets me mad sometimes how fast things pass, but then joy stops time too. Party on 6th Ave? Classic. I once met a friend there who said, “Life's a dance, and every step missteps sometimes." Unexpected emphasis, right? Just like my day-to-day here.

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