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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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Oh, and don't get me started on the hidden gems – like that off-the-beaten path diner on Birch St. where the coffee’s strong enough to wake the dead. I once got so mad there because the order was wrong, but hey, it’s all part of the city's colorful tapestry. And y’know what? That’s just Elk-River’s charm—imperfect, unexpected, and absolutely irresistible.

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