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About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The liars, man. Say they’re 25, look 45—hard livin’ etched in their damn faces. Surprised me how many got stories, though—runaways, dreamers, fucked by life. Kinda like those boys in the movie, “We’re not afraid!”—bullshit, they’re scared, just hidin’ it. Makes me soft for a sec, then I’m back to business.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

K votes, comments. Well I finally finished Gone With The Wind. I'm not sure what I was supposed to discover by finishing it.

Yo, what’s crackin’ my friend? Lemme tell ya ’bout Willow-Oak (us) – this joint is mad fly, fo’ shizzle. I been livin’ here as a family psychologist and lemme tell ya, every street got a vibe, ya know? Now, check it, we got Crazy Maple Street – I swear, that name pops up everywhere, from local hangouts to them quiet lil’ corners where families just chill. I walk past Crazy Maple Street on my way to Oakview Park, which is da bomb for mad strolls and heart-to-heart chats, especially when the day gets cray.

First Day of School at Willow Oak Elementary