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About Philadelphia

Ya know what’s nuts? In “The Assassin,” they barely talk! Same with this – all eyes and whispers. “The blade strikes without sound,” movie says. That’s the vibe – quiet deals, no chit-chat. I’d be terrible, blabbin’ bout donuts. Surprised me how fast it happens tho – bam, deal’s done, she’s gone. Like, where’d she go? Poof! Ninja stuff.

My other life as a prostitute

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I watch people like a spy (in a suave, Bond-ish way). Little gestures on Fir Street – yep, Fir St is real – reveal so much. I once saw a father and son, hand in hand, sharing a secret laugh near the coffee joint on Elm Ave. It made me smile, then mad too – society’s ignoring precious moments. "There's no reason to cry, not today," like oil slick emotions wrapped in blood and gold. It hit me like a wave.

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