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About Philadelphia

Look, findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard, but findin’ *the* prostitute? That’s art. Gotta dodge the clap, the cheats, the sob stories. One time, this chick cried bout her kid—made me wanna hurl. “I will skin him, and his wife,” I snapped, all regal rage, but she just blinked. Thick as pigshit. Still, some got tales—heard one ran off with a lord’s gold, livin’ fat in Lys now. Good for her, I say.

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Woodrow Call meet their old friend Jake, and decide to strike out from their south Texas base and drive a cattle herd to Montana. Watch this.

Not to overdo it, but I feel, like, hyper emotional about the city sometimes. Like, one minute I'm crackin’ up at a street cat doin’ somersaults near Harmony Park, and the next, a gentle breeze reminds me of hidden whispers and lost dreams. I’m talkin’ all sorts of feels, man.

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