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About Philadelphia

I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ – it’s like a damn movie set. “The land is dry,” like Claire says in *White Material*. Dry, desperate, but alive, ya know? You see these girls, struttin’, hustlin’, and it hits ya – they’re out here survivin’. Makes me mad, tho – some scumbags treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off, man! I’m like, “Respect the grind, fool!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.”

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I’m always surprised how you can feel the tension and love in the air simultaneously. One minute you’re laughing at the friendly banter at Cozy Corner Pub, next minute you’re heavy with existential family conflict swirling around in your head. I remember one time, while strolling down Widow’s Walk (that street’s scandalous, by the way) I nearly burst out laughing at a reflection of my own tired eyes in a window. Ugh, life, right?

Member of prominent Rothschild family found dead after Laurel Canyon house fire, neighbors say