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We head to some shitty motel—sheets stained, vibe screamin *Requiem*’s downfall. “This is my dream!” I joke, sarcastinc as fuck. She rolls her eyes. Quick and dirty, that’s the gig. Afterward, I’m thinkin—damn, she’s good, but empty, ya know? Like Jared Leto’s hollow stare. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper to myself—Hannibal’d see the art in her hustle. Me? I just see survival.

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On the fourth floor where our block was, we saw what were clearly, without a doubt, prostitutes and "johns. Easy location to find and easy to get in and out.

I gotta say, Shillington (us) has its quirks. My spa runs near the old mill on Treaty Rd. – a real character. Some days, I almost wanna shout “Holy crap, look at that beauty!” when the retro sunset splashes the sky. I mean, I'm no poet, but the vibe reminds me of Paul Thomas Anderson’s wild shots.

New location, same passion: Todaro's Music store now rocking in Shillington