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About Philadelphia

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Current location

I rly luv when night falls. Everything feels alive, like the vampire hearts in our fav movie. Blood-red neon glows in wrecked windows, missed dreams, history. I get super emotional, ya kno? Too many memories of nights, too many raw souls, too many scars and laughs.

Some clinics from the UMMC Pavilion move to Colony Park South in Ridgeland