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About Philadelphia

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

Unheard Voices Magazine

My arrest record, before it was vacated, never said 'sex worker'. It said 'prostitute'. The men never called me a 'sex worker', they called me a.

Oi, buckle up, mate. So, I'm here in Powell (us), ya know, and I gotta say – it's a mad mix of charm and bollocks. Powell? More like a quirky hellhole with soul, right? Right on Main St. you'll hit quirky cafes and odd corners, insane street art, and plenty of creatures not your average socialite.

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