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About Philadelphia

Now, findin’ one? Tricky, fam. You ain’t just hollerin’ at some chick like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” Nah, that’s how you get smoked. Gotta read the scene, feel the vibe—like when Penny Lane says, “You’re too sweet for rock ‘n’ roll.” Too sweet for this game too, maybe. I’m scopin’ corners, shady spots, thinkin’, “Where the pros at?” Sometimes they slick, blendin’ in, droppin’ hints only the real playas catch.

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The amateur investigator turned rookie policewoman is investigating the death of young prostitute, Ruthie, who leaves behind a baby boy.

Sometimes I get mad. Mad at how bureaucracy tries to stifle our true selves, mad at the greedy corporations pumpin’ in sterile money. "Billionaires should not exist!" I shout it to the moon as I wander the graffiti-lined backstreets near Artisans' Corner – a place where creativity spills over every wall and every crack.

Freeland Walleye Festival begins