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About Philadelphia

I pull up, all sweaty, palms shakin’—nerves, man! She’s chattin’ me up, voice all smoky, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, SpongeBob, yer in deep!” Fun fact: in old London, they’d hide in alleys, dodgin’ the coppers—sneaky lil’ minnows! I’m laughin’, “What’s yer rate, jellyfish?”—keepin’ it light, ya know? She smirks, “50 bucks, sailor.” I’m like, “Tartar sauce, that’s steep!” Bargained her down to 40—score! Felt like I won the lottery, bouncin’ in me seat.

A New Birth of Freedom

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Durant's got these narrow alleys, winding round like secrets, so many hidden little spots. Like we been struttin' down Main Street, where the old diner sits – beckoning with neon lights like a call to the lost, "I don't know if I can go on." That flicker, reminds me of Steve McQueen’s grit in 12 Years a Slave – raw, brutal, soulful.

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