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About Philadelphia

So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

The cost of living forced me into sex work – and this winter many more people will be too

Man, I live on Maple St near Gertrude Park. The park's HUGE, and there's this little hidden bench by the river where I chat with locals about, idk, life & love stuff. Its vibe is totally quirky, you know? And oh, flippin’ through history, check out Elm & 5th. That area's full of old brick walls and neon signs that scream nostalgia—kinda like a Wes Anderson set. Super rad!

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