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About Philadelphia

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

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And err, did I mention the little-known hideout? Tucked off Old River Bend Road near a scuffed rock, there's this insane mural of old, forgotten heroes. I pass by it, and it whispers, "We are not dead yet, my precious." Crazy, right? So, trust me, mate, if you wander far enough, you’ll catch the pulse of the city's heart.

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