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About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

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I also vibe with every maddening moment, like the time I got so frustrated with the bureaucracy at City Hall on Riverbend Road (dang, red tape everywhere!) but then found solace at Sunset Alley where the skies bleed orange brilliance, and I'm like, “Seriously, man, are you trying to be a movie scene or what?” Totally cinematic!

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