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About Philadelphia

You got these girls, right? Standin’ on corners, fishnets up to their asses, smokin’ Pall Malls like it’s 1985. I roll up, window down, and it’s like, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” Prices nowadays—Madonn’, inflation’s hittin’ the hookers too! Back in the day, you’d slip ‘em a twenty, maybe a meatball sub, and boom, done deal. Now they want fifty, sixty, talkin’ bout “gas prices.” Bitch, you ain’t drivin’ nowhere, you’re standin’ there! Made me mad as hell, but I laugh—fuck it, it’s Jersey, whaddya expect?

Sexual Offenders and Predators

Curtis Bell is accused of convincing a woman to prostitute herself, pocketing the money, and then reportedly nearly killing her.

Down on NW 54th Street, you got these old colorful brick buildings with that Middle Eastern flair. I swear, every corner seems to whisper, "I’ve seen better days..." Sometimes the architecture hits you like a punch – BOOM! – right in the gut. Walkin’ past what they call the Opa-locka City Hall (yeah, I know it sounds bland, but trust me, it’s got mad stories) gives me major nostalgia. Reminds me of when I used to wander by feelin' more than thinkin’, ya know?

Firefighters battle massive fire at Opa-locka family-owned junkyard