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About Philadelphia

Here’s the kicker—little known fact, right? Back in ‘98, Jersey had this sting operation, cops dressin’ as hookers, nabbin’ guys left and right. I’m thinkin’, “Is this chick a cop? Am I on tape?” Like *Caché*, man—hidden cameras, fucked-up vibes. “Who’s filmin’ this shit?” I growl, checkin’ my rearview. Nothin’. Just me bein’ nuts. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and trouble—my kinda night.

Glory's Hole

allrighty took me awhile to discover this but there is a tunnel underneath the whore house in quincy. It's really difficult to find from the.

I love Ball Park instantly—it’s my haven. Walk, sit, and watch little kids make magic! People laugh, cry—it's life unfiltered. Sometimes I pause on Elm St. and think: "Talk to her, talk. Let her speak." That movie, Talk to Her, it trapped me. I cry sometimes sittin, wonderin if people even listen.

Overspending or smart investment? Breaking down Quincy's $1.6 billion in public debt