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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

The Cop and the Anthem

Man, I workin’ as a masseur, and folks around here, they got muscles tense as a coiled spring, but in a good way, trust me. It’s like every knot tells a story of a hard day or just a bit of stress from work. I sometimes set up me in that little corner spot off Anthem Parkway near the community center in Anthem Vista, and local regulars come by sayin’ “Hey, how’s that workin’ for ya?” and I just smile and rub their backs, tellin’ them to unwind like the gentle river winds near Anthem Falls.

Jont’s “Fingers Crossed” is a raw, empowering anthem about forgiveness, accountability, and transforming pain into freedom