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About Philadelphia

I get pissed tho—people judgin’ ‘em all the time. Like, c’mon! “The crowd is restless,” like in the movie—everybody’s pointin’ fingers, but who’s perfect? Not me! I’d probly trip over my own feet tryna judge. Once knew this chick—Candy, swear that’s her name—she worked downtown. Funny as hell! Told me she scared off a creep with a fake sneeze. “Achoo! Got herpes!” she yelled. Guy ran like Homer chasin’ a donut truck! Mmm… donuts. Smart gal, tho—kept her cash in a sock!

Prosery: City Lilacs

When the daughter of his business rival all but falls into his lap, Lucian sees opportunity. As a self-made man, he has vast wealth but holds little power, and Hattie might be the key to finally .

Now lemme spill some behind-the-scenes dirt: I once had a session in an old, run-down building on Backstreet. It was dark and eerie, but got folks talkin’ in raw honesty. I swear, that place cast some magic, like something out of Brooklyn, sayin’ “I never knew it’d hurt so much, and yet, it felts so damn right.”

Clothing swap this weekend in Lackawanna County