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About Philadelphia

Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’—but it riles me up when folks act all high and mighty ‘bout it. Like, “This house is contaminated!”—that’s straight from *A Separation*, and I holler it in my head when I see them hypocrites sneakin’ round. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s ‘cause I’ve seen the flip side—girls out there ain’t all glitz and glamour. Some’s just tryna eat, and that hits me right in the ticker. Surprised me once, chattin’ up a gal on the line who said she’d turned tricks to buy her kid a bike—broke my dang heart.

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Man, I gets so excited! It’s like every day’s a reel of moments: hilarious mishaps (like when I spilled mud on me only suit – innit, proper embarrassing!), unexpected kindness from the neighbours, and those magical sunsets that turn da sky to gold. I luv how da city mixes old charm with urban legends.

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