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About Philadelphia

Gets me thinkin’—prossies, they’re survivors, yeah? Cosmic drifters, dodgin’ coppers and creeps. I’m surprised how chill she is, like she’s seen worse than a supernova. I’m buzzin’, mate—wheelie pops in me head! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe she’s the queen of the multiverse, ha! “One day,” I say, all robotic, “you’ll be free, love—just keep rockin’ it.” She winks, “Cheers, Hawking, you’re alright.”

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Going to sex clubs and whore houses. Lying about who he was and what he felt for me, Filling my head with disgusting images and thoughts. He.

I learn from their joys, pains.

India relatively immune, escalating tensions to impact Pakistan’s growth: Moody’s