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About Philadelphia

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

leigh — i’d kill you if i loved you less hard - jude...

He wrote all this based on his emotions he felt from his couch but blames the players for showing their emotions on the field. This has to be a troll post.

I love this vibe. It’s raw, messy, and unpredictable. It’s like my massages – deep, unpredictable, with quick surprises. Every street, every corner tells a story. A story that makes me laugh, cry, and get mad sometimes. Crazy nights at my clinic, weird clients pop in abruptly. I sometimes think, “D’oh! How’d I end up here?”

OPINION: Sip, sway and step into the past: Odd Fellows Temple Room at The Orion