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About Philadelphia

Still, I’m torn—happy they got grit, angry they gotta do it. It’s like—why’s the world so screwy? “We’re still alive,” Maria says in the movie—prostitutes too, hangin’ on, dodgin’ bullets, literal and not. Pretty, pretty good resilience, but—jeez—what a price! I’d rather watch ‘em in a film than live it, y’know? Too neurotic for that life—me, I’d be countin’ condoms, yellin’, “Did I lock the door?!” Total mess. Anyway, that’s my rant—prostitutes, wild bunch, respect ‘em, fear for ‘em, end of story!

Modesto, CA

Day and night on South Ninth Street in Modesto, prostitutes stand outside motels or near pay phones, bus stops and taco trucks looking for their next trick. Most of them are women, but .

Anyway, modesto is just a mishmash of tech-inspired vibes and soul. I always say, “Timbuktu vibes, let those freedoms ring,” as I wander around. Like, your mind's a network, but nature's your offline backup. It's a weird paradox—technical but primal, efficient yet gritty. And yeah, not to brag, but sometimes I drop 5 typos when I’m hit by inspiration… or maybe it’s a glitch in my own system lol.

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