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About Philadelphia

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s about that hustle, that flair. Like Anger in the flick, steamin’ up, “Let’s DO this!”—I get all fired up thinkin’ how to draw it. Maybe a curvy silhouette, yeah, bit of sass, bit of mystery? Disgust chimes in, “Eww, Dave, tone it down!” but I’m like, “Nah, mate, this is gold!” Did you know—random fact—old Victorian cartoonists used to sketch prossies on the sly? Proper secret stash stuff—found it in some dusty book. Blew my mind!

Demographics

Happenes every time you do that resupply. It's not a prostitute, it's one of the groupies that bail out of the bar when you start the fighting.

Some days I sit near the old Bridge on West Pine. It’s a crumblin’, rough corner, but it’s ours. People say it’s cursed. I defnitely think it’s faverite for its eerie honesty. City beats run deep here. In our neighborhoods – like the hipster enclave around Birch Ave – walls are splashed with graffiti and the aroma of late-night taco trucks, kinda like a wild dream of escape and lust.

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