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About Philadelphia

I’m thinkin’, why’s this so damn complicated? Pisses me off! You want a burger, you hit McD’s. Want a hookup? Suddenly you’re Sherlock freakin’ Holmes! I once saw this chick on a corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. Fierce! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, y’know, “I’m somebody now!” – but real talk, she looked wrecked. Made me sad, then mad. Society’s a mess, dahlings.

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I get mad sometimes. Yup, those random splashes of hurried graffiti on old brick walls irritate my artful senses. But then, again, they speak of stories—raw, untamed, so like life itself. And honestly? Wheaton gives me that pleasure coaching spark. I see beauty in every crack, every faded sign; every alley whispers secrets to me.

Remember that time Wheaton College congratulated Russell Vought?