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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.

Nevada’s Legal Brothels

Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

The neighborhoods here got their own beats. The east side though—it’s got real heart, messy but vibrant. I sometimes get lost spendin hours on these impromptu walks, tripping over memories and maybe a stray crack on a sidewalk. LOL, my brain goes wild tryin to connect the dots of childhood dreams and lost loves.

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