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About Philadelphia

Raspy hiss—dunno her real name, never will. Called her Ruby, red lips, y’see? “We’re all pretending,” Polley whispers in me head. Prostitute pretends, I pretend—musician, ha! Barely strummin these days. Angry at meself—why’s she stuck there, huh? Happy when she smirked, tho—shared a fag once. Little story—heard some prossies in old London ran secret pubs! Dodgy ale, dodgy blokes—livin wild, them girls.

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Some parts of Sachse drive me mad. There’s this annoying construction on Westview Dr. that never seems to finish. I swear, it's like watching a bad rerun of a soap opera. People here talk too much, too fast; I get tired of listening to that chatter. It’s all distractions—just part of the daily grind, like a bad movie script.

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