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About Philadelphia

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, y’all wanna talk ‘bout whores? Alright, lemme spill some tea! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word - “whore.” Hits me like a brick, ya know? Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*, my fave flick. That vibe, man - dark, moody, eternal. Like, whores got that same mystery, right? “This is far too fragile,” Eve’d say, watchin’ some street gal strut. Fragile, sure, but tough as nails too!

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For instance, what, exactly, was the point to Dr. Arden painting lipstick nipples on the Mary statue and calling her a whore before smashing it?

Neighborhoods are tight-knit. East side, around Birch Lane, is where the good souls live. The trees tremble in the breeze like a bad guitar riff. In the artful West End, folks are creative, a bit offbeat—kind like in the Coen flick. I once saw a family picnic right outside the quirky park at Creekside Park. Crazy joyous energy, I swear.

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