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About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? Ghostin’. You’re vibin’, sextin’, then—poof! Gone. “You’re alone now,” like in the movie—cuts deep. Happened to me once, mid-chat, she just vanished. Was I too creepy? Too Hannibal? Nah, people just suck. But when it works—oh, mate, it’s gold! Met this lass, fiery redhead, we clicked instant. Sex-dating jackpot! She was all, “Let’s skip the bullshit,” and I’m like, “Yes, ma’am!” Best night ever—felt like a king, not a prisoner.

Current location

There is a widely shared intuition that markets are inappropriate for some kinds of human endeavor: that some things simply should not be bought and sold.

Alright, lemme spill a few more secrets: one of my fav spots is the hidden mural alley on Grant St, unknown to tourists. I been there, all my soul was lit like, “Lightbulb!” and believe me, I got so many colly memories of chatting with random souls there. Heh, sometimes I even dance there when nobody’s watchin… well, maybe just in my head, hehe!

Local couple renovating Anderson Mill while holding onto its roots