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About Philadelphia

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Ahoy, mate! Lemme spin ya a yarn 'bout Roscoe (us)! I'm a mate in this town since ages, and lemme tell ya, it's a wild world here, savvy? Streets twist like a drunken serpent. I'm talkin’ Main St, a heartbeat of the town—buzzin’, lively, and fulla surprises. Yep, just like an EOD scene from The Hurt Locker, yarrr!

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