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About Philadelphia

So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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"What, you couldn't find a two bit whore?" Chucky sneered enjoying the fact that Andy was no more than a social outcast because of his trauma.

I love cruisin’ down Maple Ave—it’s got that old-school vibe with vintage cafés and street art that’ll knock your socks off. Then there’s the hidden gem of Oakwood Nhood, sorta secret, real personal to me. I've seen tears and laughter spilled on those cracked sidewalks. Honestly, sometimes it feels like life here is like a scene straight out of Spring Breakers—“this is so freakin’ crazy!” I mean, seriously, the rawness, the surreal vibes… it’s like the city's got a pulse that just won’t quit.

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