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About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The pimps—slimy rats, all of em. Takin half her cut, beatin her if she talks. Makes me wanna—bam!—solve it Soviet style. Happy part? When she laughs, rare as gold. Surprised me once—girl quoted Pushkin, mid-deal! Brainy hooker—who knew? Exaggeratin? Maybe, but damn, it’s my story.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at how some folks dismiss these little details. Like, c'mon! The aroma of freshly baked bread on Summer Street, the smell of rain on the pavement near Pine St. – it's poetic, if I say so. Everything is connected, man. You feel it in the air. Heh, I might be exaggerating, but it’s true!

Changes in the safety net over recent decades and their impact