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About Philadelphia

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

Hit the trail

I luv this city, even with its quirks. Sure, sometimes things crack – street lights flicker (typo: flickr), sidewalks crumbled, and yeah, my parlor’s sign got misspelled last month (so dumb! Lost 18 letters – oops, I did it!). But that’s our charm, you know? Imperfection, anger mixed with joy, repeating every damn day.

Former High School Football Standout Shot, Killed in Haines City