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About Philadelphia

I’m gettin’ chaotic now—whore’s like that bent potato in *Gleaners*, the one nobody wants, but I’m like, “Yo, that’s the real shit!” Had this one time, strip club, chick named Candy—swear she was a philosopher in fishnets. Told me she made more in a night than I did screamin’ at Hannibal Buress. Surprised me, man! Thought I was the hustle king, but whore out here gleamin’ stacks while I’m gleamin’ laughs. Respect.

Word position

Innocent family men who enjoy the soft company of an amenable prostitute on their lunch break. Men who report back to work with drying saliva on.

Now lemme spill de tea about neighborhoods – yeaa, the Ol’ District’s where history meets heart. Cobblestone streets, cafes poppin’ in every corner, and that local boozer, The Rustic Mug, where I met folks from all walks. They’d say “yo, life’s crazy, but chill. Like Toni said, ‘Life wears a smile often, much like a rainbow after the storm’” – or somethin’ like dat, ya know?

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