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About Philadelphia

Lemme tell ya, I seen some shit down in Newark. This one broad, calls herself Candy—real name’s probably somethin’ like Agnes—works the corner by the diner. Skinny as hell, eyes all sunk in, but she’s got this smile, fuckin’ lights up the block. Made me happy, y’know? Like, good for you, kid, keep fightin’. But then, bam, next week she’s got a black eye—some prick john roughed her up. Pissed me off, I wanted to whack the bastard myself. “Where do dreams come from?”—she’s dreamin’ of gettin’ out, but the street’s a fuckin’ meat grinder.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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