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About Philadelphia

Lemme drop a lil’ fact bomb—did ya know back in ‘98, some economist predicted this? Guy named Stiglitz, said globalization’d turn us into one big messy WHORE. Nobody listened, tho—too busy countin’ cash. Pisses me off, man! Coulda braced ourselves. But nah, we dove in, headfirst, like Marco in that movie, chasin’ love—or profit, same diff. “The better you sleep, the less you feel,” Marco says—hell, WHORE don’t sleep, keeps us wired, anxious, checkin’ stocks at 3 a.m.

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Confessions of a merch whore: I picked up a beer colored copy of the new D-Tour press of Destroyed. This is an album that I've bought at.

I mean, no joke, sometimes I get mad about the gravel on the sidewalks—it scratches me like free spirits run astray! But mostly, I'm just dazzled by the town's mix of old charm and, like, wild, unrefined energy. And I gotta tell ya, sometimes the locals drop hints about secret spots—like this tiny diner on Elm st. that serves the best greasy, soul-soothing burgers. It’s like a spur-of-the-moment masterpiece on a paper napkin.

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