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About Philadelphia

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Drake, Webcam biz in the 6ix, droppin’ thoughts on findin’ a prostitute, ya feel me? YOLO, right? So, check it—I’m vibin’, thinkin’ ‘bout this hustle, and it’s wild, man. Like, tryna find a prostitute ain’t just a Google search, nah, it’s deeper. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, real talk—“I wish I knew how to quit you,” ‘cept it’s me tryna quit overthinkin’ this game.

Who Want To Fuck Tonight

Is this the place where the blackbirds dance? Three men, one woman sit at the bar. She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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