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About Philadelphia

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

Fate / Grand Order

Y/n smirked at the fellow beast in front of him, reduced now to a mere Alter-Ego servant though returned to her mature beast form.

Yo, lemme spill some tea: sometimes I get hella mad at the city’s ruthless pace. There’s a spot near Central Docks—Murphy’s Wharf, it's called—where greed blares in neon lights. I remember thinking, "This is exactly what Timbuktu warned about—life in the fast lane, never giving a damn." And sure, sometimes I laugh at it too. It's absurd, but that's PFate (us), baby!

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