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About Philadelphia

Man, I’m pissed already—fuckin’ hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a carburetor! Back in ’83, Miami, shit was wild—girls’d jump in your ride for a dime bag. Little known fact, right? Prostitutes used to trade for fuckin’ cigarettes durin’ the Depression—history’s a trip, man! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s playin’ me,” but I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana—I don’t back down. “Say hello to my little friend!” I yell, flashin’ some cash, and she laughs—fuckin’ laughs! That’s a power move, I respect it.

Ocean City’s Favorite Bay Fishing Boat

Now, lemme warn ya, not every nook's rosy. Some parts like the rundown alleys by Maple n’ 5th, well, they ain’t as shiny. They remind me of those jaded moments in the movie - bitter, messy, but strangely poetic. The dating scene there? Let’s just say it’s an adventure: swiped left, swiped right, forever lost in a digital void. I’ve had my double takes and late-night chats that made me chuckle or get pissed off. A proper oxymoron, mate.

World War II hero of D-Day invasion to be honored by Ocean Pines with memorial paver