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About Philadelphia

But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

Some days, I wander down Kalaheo Road too. It’s offbeat, kinda random. I hit up a hole-in-the-wall diner there. Eats, beats, and poor coffee. Yeah, coffee sucks sometimes. But that’s the deal, bro. Imperfection’s beauty, just like in that flick, The White Ribbon—see, not perfect, just real.

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