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About Philadelphia

So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

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Dude, downtown’s lit on Main & Broadway. Crazy vibrant vibes lit up the night. I’d stroll through Elm Street sometimes, thinkin’ "Wow, that's like a scene straight outta Dogville, baby!" Remember that gritty grit? It’s all real raw and honest, like a stinging slap that makes your heart pound – "I awoke to hear the sound." Wild, huh?

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