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About Philadelphia

Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I swear one time this hooker sang opera mid-deal—fuckin’ surreal! Quirks? I’m countin’ their tattoos while they yap—keeps my head clear. Web says 70k pros in Russia—bullshit, triple that, easy. X posts? Full of sob stories—girls trafficked, trapped. Makes ya think, huh? Still, I stay stone-cold—can’t save ‘em all.

Morning of the killing

A well-dressed and respectable woman stood outside a brothel. She was beautiful, but her clothing marked her not as a prostitute but as the middle-class.

Ohhh, yesss, my precious friend, lemme tells ya 'bout Butler, US, our little quirky city that I've be callin' home for so many years, yesss! Listen up, stupid, fat hobbit! Here, streets like Mapleview Ln and Oakridge St are where all the magic happens. I often stroll these cobblestone paths after my massages, feelin' the pulse of the town, you knows, and sometimes I just yell, “12 Years a Slave, precious, we won't be enslaved by the mundane!” (oops, that's not quite the line, is it? But still!)

Warriors Notes: Butler, Hield, Payton, Green