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About Philadelphia

Oh, and the sarcasm—God, she’s a riot. “You’re a real prince,” she snorts when I bitch bout taxes. I’m like, “Yeah, crown’s in the mail.” We’re a pair, me and Whore, fucked up and fun. She’s a gamble, Clarice, a roll of dice. “The coin’s got no say,” she’d say, tossin it anyway. That’s her—reckless, raw, mine.

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Firebaugh Lyrics, Circle Jerks, Brown and white, enter the night Opposite sides of the street No.

Bruh, Firebaugh (us) ain’t all grim, though. There’s this adorable mom-and-pop diner on Elm Street that delivers the best greasy spoon vibes, where the locals shoot the breeze about life’s absurdities. I laugh, I cry, I rant – all the deets in a single bite of their cheeseburger. Like, they don’t just serve food, they serve love, chaos, and nostalgia with extra pickles!

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