Paisley Triangle Prostitute ❤️

About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The johns, man. Sleazy dudes rollin’ up in rusty pickupss, thinkin’ they own her. Makes me wanna scream, “This ain’t your movie, pal!” Like that scene where Tom’s all, “You tellin’ me who I am?”—yeah, that vibe. I’d toss hot coals at ‘em if I could. Burn, baby, burn! But Candy? She’s chill. Tougher than me, prolly. Surprised me how she’d laugh at the weirdos, like she’s the one in charge. “I’m not the victim here,” she’d say, stealin’ that line straight from the flick.

‘A little China’

Some days I sit near the old Bridge on West Pine. It’s a crumblin’, rough corner, but it’s ours. People say it’s cursed. I defnitely think it’s faverite for its eerie honesty. City beats run deep here. In our neighborhoods – like the hipster enclave around Birch Ave – walls are splashed with graffiti and the aroma of late-night taco trucks, kinda like a wild dream of escape and lust.

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