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About Philadelphia

Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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Five busted in prostitution sting. In Locust Grove say it ain't so. Is that Hood. lol! Five busted in prostitution sting.

Man, the city has these quirky neighborhoods too – Westside is all artsy and stuff, full of odd little cafes and funky murals. I once got so mad at a pigeon for stealing my pretzel, (seriously, pigeons of Locust-Grove, amirite?!) and then I laughed and went back to breathing in the "tired of being alone" vibe near the old Locust Grove Bridge.

Kertis Elkins Sr.