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About Philadelphia

Now, fun story—heard this from a cabbie in Soho. Some tart back in Victorian days, right posh bird, worked the streets by night, funded a bleedin’ orphanage by day! Total *domina fortunae*—lady of fate. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, heroic sorts hidin’ in plain sight. Dunno why that fired me up—maybe cos I’m a soppy git deep down.

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I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

Dumont Creamery and Cafe serves up sweet treats in Coppell