Hey, Hey, Hey. Why does Philly look like Fat Alberts Junkyard?

Real talk, of all the hoods I've seen here in the States Philly was the most depressing and rundown looking city I've seen.
Blocks and blocks of abandoned buildings and rundown streets. Junkies just walking around all in the streets.
Just terrible. SMH
 
The answer is trifling niggas, poor whites, junkies, whores, basic no-gooders and city officials that don't or won't give a fuck as long as they don't start moving downtown :hmm:
 
Real talk, of all the hoods I've seen here in the States Philly was the most depressing and rundown looking city I've seen.
Blocks and blocks of abandoned buildings and rundown streets. Junkies just walking around all in the streets.
Just terrible. SMH
There are parts of Philly I grew up in that as an adult when I go back home, I refuse to visit.

But if I do, it's ALWAYS in the daytime and I'm going to a specific destination and I'm out.

Cats out there are extremely hungry for resources and cash. So many immigrant businesses just extracting the dollar from circulating in the community.

City de-funded all kinds of programs meant to assist the community. Recreation centers closed, these were great places for mentor ship, not anymore, they are just empty buildings crumbling from vandalism and neglect.

Again, all by design.
 
There are parts of Philly I grew up in that as an adult when I go back home, I refuse to visit.

But if I do, it's ALWAYS in the daytime and I'm going to a specific destination and I'm out.

Cats out there are extremely hungry for resources and cash. So many immigrant businesses just extracting the dollar from circulating in the community.

City de-funded all kinds of programs meant to assist the community. Recreation centers closed, these were great places for mentor ship, not anymore, they are just empty buildings crumbling from vandalism and neglect.

Again, all by design.


If you want to know where the school money went. Go look at those nicey shiny football and basketball stadiums.

Aint no coincidence thats the only way thay figured they could make money of of young black males without helping the masses.

All part of the plan.
 
I was on Lehigh Ave in North. They had a house they lived in and would sweep pavements and clean yards for money. These heroin users look like they'd hurt kids to get money for a fix. I never worried about a crackhead robbing me.
Family, at 21st and Lehigh Avenue used to be a ball stadium! --> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibe_Park

Shibe Park, known later as Connie Mack Stadium, was a ballpark located in Philadelphia. It was the home of the Philadelphia Athletics of the American League (AL) and the Philadelphia Phillies of the National League (NL). When it opened April 12, 1909, it became baseball's first steel-and-concrete stadium.[3] In different eras it was home to "The $100,000 Infield", "The Whiz Kids", and "The 1964 Phold". The venue's two home teams won both the first and last games at the stadium: the Athletics beat the Boston Red Sox 8–1 on opening day 1909, while the Phillies beat the Montreal Expos 2–1 on October 1, 1970, in the park's final contest.

Of course they moved all the stadiums down to South Philly where the Italians live.



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Ok, folks. Deez SupaBowl Parade tickets are going fast. Only one chance to claim your spot. Operators are waiting for you call.

If you order now. We will get tickets to sit right next to Will and Jada. That's right will and Jada. Next to you on Kensington with no groupon!! All you gotta do is call!!

Maybe Kevin Hart will make a joke about Jada and Kevin will have his Philly goons jump will before shit get heavy.

I dont trust Kevin, that lil nigga can be sheity when he wants to. He still from Philly dogg!

Buy plenty and often but buy NOW!!
 

Randy Watson made a song bout Kensington, wanna hear it. Hear it go.......

Kensington: as sung by Randy Watson and the Kensington Baptist Tabernacle Crackhead choir.
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Kensington Kensington Kensington Kensingtooooooooon!

Oh, oh Kensington!! Ohh, ohhh, ohhh Kensington!!
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So much colder than the D, oh Kensington!!! Kensingtooooooon!!!




Even though people like to lay in the Sunnnn, on Kensington.....

What happened to you, you were so much funnnn, OH!!! Kensingtoooon!!!


Kensington, Kensington, ooooh ohh Kensington!!!


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I know that song sucks but what did you expect from Randy???
 
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It's crazy people think my city is worst or some kind of junkyard when other cities look just as bad too or worst.

Them 3rd world countries are way worst and are more like a junkyard.
 
It's crazy people think my city is worst or some kind of junkyard when other cities look just as bad too or worst.

Them 3rd world countries are way worst and are more like a junkyard.
What part of Philly did you grow up?

North, South or West?
 
It's crazy people think my city is worst or some kind of junkyard when other cities look just as bad too or worst.

Them 3rd world countries are way worst and are more like a junkyard.


Just be happy they didn't send those San Francisco Homeless instead of the Niners. I got money that hungry mob beats the breaks out the Eagles and your dope fiends.

Yall fiends look lazy. Dont know how to use the Philly shell defense and probably cant take a punch.

My money is on The Bay Area!!!


 
Just be happy they didn't send those San Francisco Homeless instead of the Niners. I got money that hungry mob beats the breaks out the Eagles and your dope fiends.

Yall fiends look lazy. Dont know how to use the Philly shell defense and probably cant take a punch.

My money is on San Fran/Oakland
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Family, at 21st and Lehigh Avenue used to be a ball stadium! --> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibe_Park

Shibe Park, known later as Connie Mack Stadium, was a ballpark located in Philadelphia. It was the home of the Philadelphia Athletics of the American League (AL) and the Philadelphia Phillies of the National League (NL). When it opened April 12, 1909, it became baseball's first steel-and-concrete stadium.[3] In different eras it was home to "The $100,000 Infield", "The Whiz Kids", and "The 1964 Phold". The venue's two home teams won both the first and last games at the stadium: the Athletics beat the Boston Red Sox 8–1 on opening day 1909, while the Phillies beat the Montreal Expos 2–1 on October 1, 1970, in the park's final contest.

Of course they moved all the stadiums down to South Philly where the Italians live.



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I know. I grew up a few blocks from there, well after the park was gone. They have placard on the street saying it was a ball park.
 
Everyone in this thread please please please, give your thoughts and prayers to a Philly legend who is going thru some hard times...

.... It looks like Kensington has gotten the best of ...



..... talking all slow n
shit.....tweakin....

....WTF.....

Did Bucky go bad and serve Mushmouth? Did he hang out with Flavor Flav during those $2K a day binges!? DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, JAMES!!!

Why Mushmouth???
 
ME and me ol' mum have booked and checked into a Motel on Kensingon for the Pre Super Bowl Parade festival/festivities.

Could you guys tell me some cool things to do around the area?

Also, were do I get essentials? Cigarettes, condoms, bullets, and etc.?

I would also like to get some samples so I bring some back home and start up my own Kensington so I won't have to come back and good ol' mum will have somewhere local to hang out.

Thanks for all your tips, look forward to reading them.
 
Me and Mom just touched down in Philly and got our place.

Since you guys were too busy doing important things, like booty scratching your latest herpes rash, to help me find a hotel me and mom got a nice lil air bnb from a nice man named Victor
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He was very complementary of my mom and told her he could get her a job. Or maybe it was give him a job. Something to do with her hands. She politely declined and we started our first day in Kensington.


I asked Victor about the paint on the wall and he told me it was some artsy hipster sensory deprivation experience and we should be thankful to get this room. Victor is such a nice guy. Like how can't you trust a face like this...
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.... we were so lucky to have him as our host.

He also told us about this 5 star dining at a place called the Steak and Beer. My mom asked if they served 40ozs of Olde English or at least had St Ides on tap. He didn't know but he said to ask about their dog food specials.



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I told him I wish I didn't leave my Pitbull back home but would be sure to get a take home bag for my Fido.

After we left the room we met two nice men in the hallway who asked my mom about more jobs. Man, unemployment must be low in this neighborhood.

We arrived at the steak and beer and we were a little disappointed they didn't have any seafood. The cheesesteak were off the chain. I met a nice woman named Fantasy at the bar who offered me a job in the bathroom. This time I said yes because I spent a lot on dinner and needed extra doe.

She was such a nice lady that she helped clean me in the bathroom with a tongue bath before my food came. All she asked for was for some of the food I was going to take home to Fido.

After dinner we asked the concierge at the Stake and Beer when the festivities for the Super bowl will start. He gave me a strange look and kept saying "No say" "No say". I guess it must be secret because he can't "say" but we came to far to miss the Parade so I gave him $5 dollars and he told me I would see plenty if I just hung outside awhile.

Mom went back to the room for some rest and I decided to take the concierge's advice and walk the lovely street of Kensington.

More updates after a meet some more lovely people and explore the sights...........

Alternative Air bnb choices
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Xylazine, the animal tranquilizer contaminating Philly’s opioid supply, causes serious wounds and withdrawal that many providers don’t know how to treat
“Tranq,” as it’s known on the street, is wreaking havoc among people who use opioids in Philadelphia.
Aubrey Whelan

Three days a week, dozens of people in active addiction stream through Sarah Laurel’s tiny storefront on Kensington Avenue — looking for a place to sit, a hot shower, or a snack from Laurel’s outreach organization, Savage Sisters.

More often than not, they’re also seeking help for serious wounds from injecting drugs laced with an animal tranquilizer called xylazine.

“Tranq,” as it’s known on the street, is wreaking havoc among people who use opioids in Philadelphia. Not approved for human use, it’s nonetheless become a hallmark of the city’s already volatile drug supply. It’s most often used to cut fentanyl, the powerful synthetic opioid that has replaced most of the city’s heroin. Health officials believe xylazine was initially added to fentanyl to give users a longer-lasting high.

But the side effects — playing out on the streets of Kensington, in rowhouses in South Philadelphia, on the Savage Sisters’ exam table — have been devastating. Because tranq is not an opioid, people who use opioids laced with it are at risk for overdoses that are harder to treat with naloxone, the opioid overdose-reversing drug.


They report severe wounds and painful withdrawal that doesn’t respond to traditional opioid withdrawal treatment. They tell Laurel that the fear of withdrawal keeps them from entering drug treatment, even as they risk infection and death from xylazine wounds, because many providers aren’t adequately treating xylazine withdrawal symptoms.

“I’ve never seen human beings remain in these kinds of conditions,” Laurel said. “They have open, gaping wounds, they can’t walk, and they tell me, ‘If I go to the hospital, I’m going to get sick.’ They’re so terrified of the detox.”



There’s little known about xylazine


Philadelphia officials are scrambling to address the problem, announcing recently that they will use some money from a massive settlement in a lawsuit against opioid manufacturers to expand wound care. Last fall, the city health department issued guidelines to physicians on how to treat withdrawal from xylazine, and Laurel and other advocates say it’s crucial that health-care providers adapt.

“There’s so much fear of withdrawal,” said Stephanie Klipp, a harm reduction nurse with Unity Recovery, a recovery support organization in Pennsylvania and Texas. “The system is not well educated on how to treat these wounds.”

There’s little research on xylazine, but it’s believed that its effect on blood pressure and the vascular system can cause wounds to open easily and heal slowly. Injection-site wounds are common, but some injection drug users report wounds on parts of the body they’ve never injected into; even drug users who snort or smoke their drugs speak of developing similar wounds.

At Laurel’s storefront in Kensington on a recent afternoon, Nick Gallagher, 43, eased his arm out from under a sweatshirt to show outreach workers a long, jagged wound on his left shoulder. It was red, puffy, and painful. “It’s actually healed a lot,” he said. “It used to be four fingers wide.”

Gallagher has been injecting drugs for years and last spring developed an infected abscess where he had injected into a biceps. He underwent surgery to halt the spread of infection, but the massive wound remained, never quite closing. “I know tranq made it slower to heal,” he said.

Jen Shinefeld, a volunteer, cleaned the wounds on the hands of a man named C.J. at Savage Sisters on Jan. 10.. ... Read moreHeather Khalifa / Staff Photographer
In the back of the storefront, a man who said his name is C.J., but declined to give his last name, sat on an exam table as Jen Shinefeld, a field epidemiologist with the city health department who volunteers at Savage Sisters, wrapped gauze and a bandage around a wound on his hand. “It’s healing so nicely,” she told C.J. encouragingly.

C.J. smokes tranq dope, but developed an abscess on his arm earlier this year, and said he notices now that everyday cuts and scrapes stay open longer. “It takes like a month for a normal wound to heal, and they get bigger just on their own,” he said.



Limited treatment options


Laurel is also concerned about the lack of widespread treatment for xylazine withdrawal and what that means for people who want to get off the drug. She’s asked local addiction treatment organizations to look for and treat xylazine withdrawal among patients who come to them seeking treatment for opioid withdrawal. But many don’t know what to look for — or what to do if they recognize xylazine withdrawal, she said.

Philip Moore, chief medical officer for the nonprofit treatment provider Gaudenzia, is among the physicians who have become familiar with xylazine withdrawal over the last year. He has had patients who report using heroin or fentanyl but who then begin to experience withdrawal symptoms that don’t abate after treatments for opioid withdrawal. (Xylazine has sedative properties, but is not an opioid.)

“We’ll start treating for opioid withdrawal, and they should be getting better — but we’ll see chills, sweating, restlessness, anxiety, agitation,” he said. “They’re very, very unpleasant symptoms. That’s what triggers us that we’re dealing with a more complicated withdrawal, that there’s more xylazine in the mix.”

There are no FDA-approved treatments specifically for xylazine withdrawal, but Moore and other physicians are developing protocols to help ease patients’ symptoms. He’s prescribed clonidine and lofexidine, both medications for high blood pressure, to get patients through withdrawal, as well as sedatives such as phenobarbitol or Valium.

“The challenge is educating other physicians, nurses, nurse practitioners, and the community,” he said. “If we don’t recognize xylazine withdrawal, patients are really uncomfortable and they’ll leave treatment because they don’t feel like they’re getting better.”

Gaudenzia operates facilities that can care for people with serious wounds, but not every treatment center has the medical capabilities to do so. That’s another treatment deterrent, advocates say: Often, even a person suffering from a serious wound who is ready for treatment struggles to get accepted at a treatment center.

Jen Shinefeld, a field epidemiologist, cleans a wound on Nick Gallagher's arm.Heather Khalifa / Staff Photographer
Outreach workers around the city say the tranq dope problem, while most visible in Kensington, is not limited to that neighborhood. In South Philadelphia, Destinie Campanella, Unity Recovery’s harm reduction program director, hands out sterile syringes, smoking kits, and hygiene supplies weekly at Broad Street and Snyder Avenue. Some of the population she serves is homeless, but many are using in their homes in the neighborhood — and suffering from similar wounds.

“There is a significant need here, not just for harm reduction supplies, but wound care,” she said.

On a recent afternoon, Campanella and a team of outreach workers handed out syringes and naloxone, the opioid-overdose reversing drug. A young woman in her 20s asked the team if they could look at a lesion she’d recently developed. Klipp grabbed a first-aid kit and drew her aside.

Klipp is in recovery herself and used to treat wounds at Pittsburgh’s syringe exchange. She’s lived in Philadelphia for five months and has been shocked at xylazine’s spread here. Wider access to wound care — whether on the street or in hospitals — is crucial to keep patients alive, she said.

She tries to build trust with patients and to help them into treatment. Sometimes, it takes weeks before someone is comfortable enough to show her a wound.

“There’s so much trauma and shame. Stigma is the killer. It drives people to not want to access care,” she said. “And we can be doing a lot more as a city. I’m new here — but I know what I see.”

Nick Gallagher smokes outside of Savage Sisters.Heather Khalifa / Staff Photographer


 
Strawberry Mansion is closer to downtown compared to other parts of North Philly, got them big ass houses, which is why Mansion is in the name.

It's close to the schuylkill river. So yeah developers got their eye on that part of town. Most of the home owner like your Grandmother were the owners back when I was kid. As that generation passes on, the next generation has no desire to remain because it's been allowed to go crime ridden for so long. That lowers prices. Now come the greedy developers.

Personally, just my opinion, this is all by design.

ALL FACTS BRUH.

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Who said it isn't always Sunny in Philadelphia, even at nite!! I would like to thank the kind Eagles fans for lighting bonfires and keeping the city warm at night.

Us vistors and homeless people who may have slept in an alley last night (talking bout you Mom) felt the welcoming warmth of the fans and their bondfires.

Well, what at weekend. Sorry I didn't update more. Things got kind of scary for a while but I'll get to that and why mom ended up in an alley later.

Guess it won't be a parade. But Mom did get a couple good nights of sleep. I guess I kinda sorta of can talk about our Kensington visit. Mom told me not to be a snitch so I wont go into anything incriminating.

Friday is still kind of a blur. But I did meet some interesting people while I was trying to kop some marijuana that day.

The locals (a bearded man named Raheem) informed me that a man named Buck Buck Brown ran this part of town and was the man I needed to see for my medicine.

I had to be careful tho because he was beefing with the F.A.T. Gang for territory and that things could get scary if I wasn't careful.

I need my weed, so I was on my way to meet Mr. Buck Buck and get the Marijuana best that Philly could offer.

For my own protection I can't tell you his location but I will say that his weed and set up were first class.

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He was nice enough tell me to tell me in his own words to look out for "bitch ass Albert" and his "bitch ass gang", once I got my weed. I thanked Mr Brown for the kind words and weed. I decided to go back to the hotel to check on Mom and see if she was getting her rest

More on that later......
 
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After getting some of Phillys finest from Mr. Brown, I decided to take a brisk stroll around the Kensington neighborhood.....

The Bohemian atmosphere captivated me......
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... people sun bathing enjoying the carefree atmosphere that can only be found in places like the French Riviera.....

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..... a sense of community that can usually found in small town America make me feel safe as I take in a brisk breath of the freshly pissed stained air.

I finally made it back to the Air BnB only to find the Philly Funk of the street replaced by the smell of mace.

When I arrived in the hallway, I found to men rolling on the ground yelling incoherently. My first impressions were that Mom paid a couple of crackheads to serenade her to sleep.

I decided to ask if they wanted a tip for their wonderful twork when I noticed the door to the Air Bnb slighty broken.

Seems that Victor owed the F. A. T Gang some drug money and two of his men came to collect. I decided to ask the two men their names and one mumbled........

.....Eye beeba Mushamoutha nn dis beeba Harold, nn weeba beeba in paiiiiiiin owwwwbaah.......

It seems mom didn't take to kindly to the loud collection knocking while she was resting and she maced both men at the door then tased them in their scrotum's.

I briefly checked the room and saw that mom had ditched the scene. I told Mushmoutha and Harold, I don't know the lady and was only here to deliver doordash but I feel really bad they got tased in the nuts.

They told me they were gonna find that bitch after they collect from Victor. I told them I saw a crazy old lady running down the street when I pulled up and that it could be her.

They left to go find her and I had to figure out what happened to mom. Lucky this aint the first time shes ditched me in a strange city. Mom used to practice when I was a kid leaving me in random stores (mostly Kmart) and making me find my way home.

Luckly I was built for this cus practice makes perfect, I decided to get some sleep and try to find mom in the morning.
 
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After a great nite of sleep with two comfort ladies (Deena & @Twerkdatbottom)
I met while walking back to the Air BnB. They offered to help me get some rest after my hard day if I gave them some of moms pain pills that she left behind in a hurry.



After they left in the nite I was left wondering were mom went and how I cout find her.

I woke up and as fate would have it I would meet a new buddy who would help me solve a lot of my issues.
I wanted to take a jog around the neighborhood and was lucky to find a local meth head named "Rockie" who was the perfect neighborhood guide.

Rockie happened to be taking a neighborhood hood jog and said I could join him if I gave him $5. I asked him if he was Italian like they guy in the movie. He told me he could be for an extra $5. I gave him 10 bucks and we were on our way on our neighborhood tour with my new Pisano.

I figured I could track down mom and get some cadio at the same time. So me an Rockie were off to jog and see some more of beautiful Kensington.

I told Rockie about my situation vwith mom. I was hoping he could use his meth detective skills to track down mom. He informed me for some Ice he would track down the Lock Ness monster.

But for that price we needed to get the best stuff and Alberto was the guy to get it from. Once I agreed to his price Rockie took a hit of his last Ice and turned into the Flash and
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got us to Alberto place pronto.


I've never been part of an hardcore drug purchase but for find me ol mum I gotta do what I gotta do. Mr Buck Buck warned me about Albert but I was gonna let Rockie handle the details and stay quiet.

After arriving at Mr Alberts outfit I reminded myself about my encounter with his other friends so I had to lay low while Rockie went to the screendoor to get his medication.

Rockie finally got his next fix but Rockie told me Albert asked why Rockie was "Drawlin" during his purchase. I told Rockie I didn't care to see his Draws and I just wanted to find ol mum.

Rockie took another hit and used his Meth powers
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to channel into the universe to find mom.

I can't explain how he did it but he was able to figure out mom had doubled back to the Air BnB.

We finally got back to the Air BnB and mom was resting as if nothing happened. I guess all the drama tired her out and she was able to rest well.

I thanked Rockie for his service and asked him how I could get in contact with him if I need his assistance again. He told me he would always be looking over my shoulder like a guardian angel as long a I was in Kensington.

That really made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Rockie was a good dude and it wad great knowing he had my back at times. Too bad he stole my wallet but I forgive his punk ass because finding mom is more important.

Next Super Bowl Sunday....
 
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In fifteen years you are gonna wish you purchased some property there.... its only like

that because some drug kingpin got the area on lock... all it takes is ONE

developer to want that area bad enough... they can afford to

out bid the drug dealer to get polease and politishuns on their team...

You may be on too something. The two neighborhoods right next to Kensington are Northern Liberites and the two neighborhoods are going through gentrification.

It is one of those weird gentrifications where upper middle class whites gentrify out poor whites the way they have done in South Boston or Greenpoint Brooklyn.
 
You may be on too something. The two neighborhoods right next to Kensington are Northern Liberites and the two neighborhoods are going through gentrification.

It is one of those weird gentrifications where upper middle class whites gentrify out poor whites the way they have done in South Boston or Greenpoint Brooklyn.

OH they coming, that looks like a prime location to....

Hey once you start seeing them put up bike lanes and you see dog parks

Its a fuckin WRAP.... but by then it will be too late to buy up anything...
 
Ahhh, The smell of Crisco and Vaseline in the morning can be kind of refreshing. Reminds me of Flint water.

The authorities in Philly were nice enough to grease all of the street poles for needy strippers who aint have no club to practice. A modern city can never have enough poles with these new potential Cardi City Stallions out chea nowadays.

It was Super Bowl Sunday and my final day in Philly. I was rooting for a Philly win because everyone was so super excited that they would run thru a wall to go somewhere and watch the game...






..... well at least a support beam....


Mom kopped some tickets to DJ 'Baby Mama" Drama's SB party, to make up for ditching me the other night.

I guess he's the Haitian 4th cousin of the real DJ Drama, so I guess it was just like having the real thing except completely different. Like Grape Swishers.

Ol' mum explained she slept in the alley because of the tiffy with the F. A. T. Gang plus she had a little to much Alize and Crystal (aka Thug Passion) that night.

No worries mom. I remember when you used the black out when I was a toddler and think you were Tina Turner. Boy do I miss those performances, tho.

It was finally time to leave our humble abode when we heard a knock and a deep voice at the door.

Hey, Hey, Hey Motherfucker pay me what you owe Victor!!!



Another voice was like....

Weeba neeba oubbah shit Vibba!!!

We didn't need much time to figure out who was at the door. Momma aint raise no fool so I knew she was gone out a back window before I could say, Lets Go!!!

The fire escape that saved her ass last time would be our pathway to freedom. Victor probably played us like suckers but I still enjoyed my time and gave him a 3 1/2 star review on Air Bnb. I did leave a note for guests to watch out for notorious hitmen and gangsters if that wasn't other people's kind of thing.

The Baby Mama Drama Super Bowl Party was great. Even though the Eagles lost. The Philly fans never lack in team spirit.

Look how much team spirit this guy had....



....I guess he's really upset there won't be a Parade now..



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I know lady..... poor TV... Great game, tho!!!!


I will always remember my time im Kensington. It will always hold a special place in my heart. All the special people I met like Rockie and @Twerkdatbottom

....Please, like, friend, subscribe her pages...

The zainy F.A.T. Gang. And some bomb ass Mr. Buck Buck weed.

I wanna leave Kensington with some words from Randy Watson.

Kensington...... Oh, Kensington.... So much fun in the sun, but stiiiiiill bring a guuuuuuuun, Kensington Kensington, Kensington Kensingtoooooooon!!!!!

Congrats to the Cheifs, better luck next time Philly. Always stay Sunny!!
 
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Kensington memories


My guardian angel Rockie
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Hanging with the gang
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More memories...

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Even more memories......
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Are these the crypto Randolph and Mortimer?

You wanna trade places with them?
 
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You may be on too something. The two neighborhoods right next to Kensington are Northern Liberites and the two neighborhoods are going through gentrification.

It is one of those weird gentrifications where upper middle class whites gentrify out poor whites the way they have done in South Boston or Greenpoint Brooklyn.
The time to buy is now. Do the deal!!
 
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