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About Philadelphia

I roll up, she’s all “Hey, handsome,” and I’m thinkin, damn, this is it. Movie vibes kick in—“It’s the strangest thing.” Surprised me how normal it felt, chattin her up. Like talkin to you, bro! But then, ugh, some cop car cruises by—heart drops, man. Hate that tension. Exaggeratin a bit, felt like a damn movie chase! Anyway, she’s cool, tells me bout her weirdest john—guy wanted her to sing opera. Fuckin hilarious, right? Whoa.

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I told my father I am not interested in dating, but he and his boss keep telling me about single Romanian men in their 30s, and Dad wants me to.

Now, I gotta confess: there r’ly moments where the city’s chaos got me frustrated. Traffic on Portola can be maddening (like a parrot squawkin’ useless jibber-jabber) and sometimes, even the mist seems too cryptic. But every little imperfection turns into a lesson in family resilience. Cheers to that, mate!

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