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About Philadelphia

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

Blue Bell : Ice Cream & Novelties

Blue Bell had a pristine reputation. It is just that the demographics of the s city made it an unlikely place to follow the old profession. If prostitution.

I tell ya, it’s like being in a movie. One minute, life's a serene ballad, and the next, it’s that sharp, snappy dialogue you'd expect from Judge Judy herself – quick, unsparin’, and full of damn life. Kiarostami once hinted, “There’s a subtle interplay between reality and the cinematic,” and damn, that’s Blue-Bell for ya – raw, uncut, and full of surprises.

Expansion at Blue Bell Creameries in Broken Arrow is underway