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About Philadelphia

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Lady Strumpet

Rochester was a favorite of the king, whose regard he returned with lines like, "Restless he rolls about from whore to whore/ A merry monarch.

Now lemme spill some behind-the-scenes dirt: I once had a session in an old, run-down building on Backstreet. It was dark and eerie, but got folks talkin’ in raw honesty. I swear, that place cast some magic, like something out of Brooklyn, sayin’ “I never knew it’d hurt so much, and yet, it felts so damn right.”

Seafront wall damaged in Dunmore East following crash