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About Philadelphia

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

The Almost One Night Stand

Alright, gotta bounce. Hope you get the drift. When you're here, wander those back alleys, listen to the soft beats, and trust, it'll soothe your spirit into high orbit. Keep an eye on the hidden spots, man, and remember – “You must look beyond!” We come in peace. Peace out, bro!

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