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About Philadelphia

You idiot sandwich! It’s not all glamour—prossies got stories, mate. Some chick in Amsterdam once told me—red light district, yeah?—she paid her way through uni suckin’ dick. Fair play, I thought, but fuck me, the stench of desperation down there? Made me wanna claw my nose off! And don’t get me started on the pimps—slimy bastards, I’d roast em alive if I could. “This is our island!”—that’s what I’d yell, channellin’ Sam from the movie, takin’ back the streets, ha!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

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I get so mad sometimes at how folks overlook the beauty in everyday messy life. A car honks too much at 5th & Elm? Eh, it’s life, man. I love it 'cause it makes the city feel alive. Ain't it wild how even the chaos in Rayne tells ya somethin'? The quirks and randomness, the familiar smells of fried dough on a chilly evening, or the way a smile in a crowded street can change your whole day.

Rayne awaits to celebrate the 53rd Annual Frog Festival