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About Philadelphia

So I’m strollin’ past her corner—smells like cheap fags and regret. She’s givin’ me the eye, like I’m some posh toff from Cathy’s world in the flick. “What’s a gent like you doin’ here?” she croaks. Voice like gravel— probs smoked 20 a day since she was 12. I’m fumin’, cos who’s she callin’ gent? Cheeky cow! But then—surprise—she’s got this cracked smile, proper human, y’know? Reminds me of Cathy’s fake grin when she’s hidin’ her misery. “It’s all pretend,” I mutter, kickin’ a can down the road.

WHY HIRE US?

As I stumbled to the Pinecrest Diner these gals just happened to be walking quickly (all prostitutes seem to walk quickly) to (or from) work.

I always hit up the quiet little nook by the creek near S.W. 122nd Ave. It’s like my secret "memory search" spot, you know – kinda reminiscent of lines from Memento, like "I can't remember..." but in a good way! (Siri, initiate relax mode!)

Spice up your March afternoon with Chili Cook-Off at Pinecrest Gardens