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About Philadelphia

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Miniature Wonderland

Ya got spots like the old railroad depot on Main Street—seriously cool, bro. And gossip's out there—the park off Dillard Rd is a secret chill zone. Folks, trust me on that. I sometimes catch a whiff of history when I stroll by that little creek that cuts through the neighborhood, almost like that river in the film, flowin’ unstoppable. How’s that workin’ for ya?

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