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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m diggin’ into history, right, hyperfixatin’ like I do with rockets. Found this wild story—ancient Babylon, 18th century BC, whores had to pay taxes! Freakin’ taxes! Hammurabi’s like, “Yo, gimme 10% of that ass money,” and they’re out there, grindin’, fundin’ the empire. Pissed me off—gov’s always got its hand out, even back then. Same vibes as Paris in *Ratatouille*, all fancy but taxin’ the soul outta ya.

Where Is Felix Vail Now?

Help out the homie and me to come up with some lyrics for a vail diss track. Happy cooking. (feel free to include any cringe ski shmeat you.

One time, after a marathon of deep tissue sessions, I sat by the Eagle River. Drinking my coffee—okay, sometimes two, three cups!—and thinking, “I can change you yet, I can fix you.” That’s some Under the Skin feels right there, layered and strange. But that river? Always remindin’ me of life’s flow. Not to get too philosophical, but it’s true.

Visits to Vail’s ski resorts are down this winter