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About Philadelphia

Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

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I discovered a newly formed organization called After Hours Ministry (AHM), a street outreach to men and women involved in The Game, the term.

I mean, sometimes I get so hyped when passing by the brick buildings on Cedar Road. They remind me at every corner of resilience. I’m an honest code slinger, and these streets echo that vibe.

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