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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Man, when I started out, I noticed stuff others just overlook. The city's vibe, its hum, its pulse – it's like a living, breathing beast, whatever. I seen lovin' couples and lost souls, all in search of that feelin'. I seen a lotta faces, ya know? The nights? Dumb! They got neon lights all over Tennyson St, and you can hear the tunes spill out from bars like crazy.

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