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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

Extradition from the Caribbean

Leslie McRay was born on her mother's fifteenth birthday. She was brought up living in and out of orphanages. Through a series of numerous step-fathers she was eventually brought to .

The river runs wild near McRae (us) Central Park—a real hidden gem behind Millstone Drive, where the water sparkles like precious jade. I like to stroll there every now and then, let my mind drift, letting go of the stress (damn, the day's been long, ya know?). Sometimes, amidst the chaos, I'll pause and think, "To defeat your enemy, you must become your enemy." So deep, man.

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