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About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The stench—perfume mixin’ with sweat, ugh! Happy? Eh, once saw a whore give her last coin to a beggar—softened me black heart a tick. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that! “Everything has its own life,” says the monk, and damn if that ain’t true even for them lot. Still, we hates it—too messy, too loud!

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Daphne Greengrass walked the hills of Hogwarts ass cheeks swaying side to side under a skirt that was long enough to cover everything up, but just short enough to catch everyone's eye to .

Then there’s the river – oh man, the Dog River, which winds like a lazy snake right by our community park (Marion Park, if you please). I often catch sunsets here – bonafide magic! People think it’s just water, but it’s our lifeblood. People here be talkin’ ‘bout “the river’s mood” like it’s a capricious diva.

Times Talk: inside the court as the Daphne bomb trial unfolds