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About Philadelphia

Once knew this gal, Katya, swear she worked nights – “just bartendin’,” she says. Bullshit! Saw her heels, red like devil’s arse, struttin’ past coppers who don’t care. Russia’s got ‘em everywhere, whores, I mean. Stats say 1 million, maybe more – who counts? Not me, I’m busy with death rates! But they’re there, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ too loud. We hates it! Stinks of desperation, y’know?

News from Security-Widefield

There was a young woman from the unincorporated suburb of Security-Widefield. She died. ——————————. THE END. © David Lefkowitz. ****.

Ah, Clarice… lemme tell ya 'bout Security-Widefield (us), man. I’ve owned this spa forever – each nook tells a wild tale. Downtown’s poppin, with Broadwyle St. buzzing. Near the Gritty Square, we sip cheap coffee – then life spins like a movie scene, you know? "City of God" vibes float in the air sometimes… "A vida é fera!" as they croon in flicks.

What is a cross-pan? Crews recently built one in Security-Widefield