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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—I’m hoppin’ down the street, ears flappin’, lookin’ for a carrot, when bam! I stumble into this shady spot. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on corners, smokin’ cigs. One chick’s like, “Hey, bunny, you lost?” I’m like, nah, just cruisin’, babe! Made me laugh—me, Bugs, lost? Pfft. But it got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Kinda badass, kinda sad. Reminds me of Penny Lane in “Almost Famous,” y’know? “We are not groupies, we’re Band Aids!”—except, nah, these girls ain’t here for the music.

Embodied Storytelling

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Dave calls. He’s at the diner on Main St. He’s like, “You won’t believe this! I just saw a guy in a chicken suit!” I’m dying laughing. I mean, who does that? But then I think, “Wait, is it Halloween already?” Nope, just Ancient-Oaks being Ancient-Oaks.

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