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About Philadelphia

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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You wanna know my fav spot? The Old Mill beneath River Quill. It’s kinda hidden but chill as heck. I once had a late-night coding sesh in a nearby diner (name’s Rusty’s) and ended up crankin’ tunes there. I was like, “D’oh! This is perfect!” It’s so random and cozy. Even if you’re not into datin’ apps, the scene hooks you – weird but true!

North Yorkshire’s film-star stately home set to earn its keep by hosting paying guests