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About Philadelphia

Aight, Mr. T’s here, yo! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, hell yeah! He ain’t no Russian Sign Language pro, but he’s got thoughts, sucka! Prostitutes, man, they hustle hard, real hard. Mr. T pities the fool who don’t see it! Like in *Carlos*, that gritty vibe—boom! “I am not a terrorist,” Carlos says, but prostitutes? They fight their own wars, dig? On streets, in shadows, dodgin’ pigs and creeps. Mr. T’s pissed, yo—society screws ‘em over! Calls ‘em dirty, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites!

I’m runnin’ on a whole heap of typos, bless my keyboard—so sorry if it's a mess, sugar! It's all in my hurry, y’know? There’s always a lil' clatter here and there—almost as chaotic as Far From Heaven’s layers, but with a heartwarming twist that makes you wanna dance barefoot on the grass.

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