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About Philadelphia

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

Club owners aren't the only ones whose livelihoods are at stake

Ey, don’t even get me started on the laughter and drama of Cherry Lane. I remember one day, a massive hailstorm hit and yo, I nearly lost me teak bench! It’s mad, innit? Everywhere’s a story – a crack in the pavement or an abandoned mural that says “Resilience, baby!” near the old stone bridge.

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