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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute? What’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m like, “Furiosa, where you at?”—y’know, from *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick, all that sand and chaos, pretty, pretty good! Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some dusty road, chrome wheels spinnin’, and bam, there’s this gal, right? Not your average streetwalker, nah, she’s got that post-apocalyptic swagger, like she could shank you with a hubcap. I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ about it—why’s this so complicated?

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Man, main st. is lit. It's where all the chill spots be, ya feel me? Fo’ shizzle, I always catch a vibe on Maple Ave. There’s this old brick building on 3rd street that’s got mad character—an' kinda like those lines, "everything is a mirror of that same yearning" from that movie "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia." Crazy deep, yo.

Regan Burrage signs to cheer at Huntingdon