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About Philadelphia

Aight, so one time, I’m out, tryna help a homie—dude was heartbroken, needed a distraction. We hit this sketch spot, neon lights buzzin, air thick with desperation. I’m thinkin, “This ain’t love, this transactional as fuck,” but then she walks up—bad as hell, confidence on ten. I’m like, “Oh, she’s a problem!” Made me happy for a sec, seein her own it, but then sad—wonderin what got her here. “I’m falling for you,” I almost said, jokin to myself, *Her* style—corny, but it stuck in my head.

Donate your birthday

A few years back, I hosted a private session at the abandoned warehouse off Kennedy Rd. (yeah, that one, with graffitied corners and a half-ruined roof). The energy was so wild I nearly lost it. Emotions running rampant – mad, happy, surprised all at once. Like, “There is no rational explanation!” This place, it’s alive, man, and no corporate slick language can ever capture it.

Train Collides with Truck on Bristow Road