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About Philadelphia

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, fuckin’ artist-technologist Tony Soprano, New Jersey’s finest. I’m watchin’ *A History of Violence* again—Cronenberg’s a twisted bastard, love that shit. Tom Stall, he’s all quiet, then bam—fuckin’ kills ‘em! Reminds me of whores, y’know? They got layers, like gabagool on a sandwich.

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Tis true, then. I am a whore. Grace Callaway, Her Husband's Harlot (Mayhem in Mayfair, #1) · Like.

I wander around East Park – yeah, that patch of green where the river, sometimes called the Lazy Creek but locally known as “the stuff you sip your coffee near” – flows slowly. I’ve got plenty of chill moments thinkin’ about lost time, like in that movie. And oh, my fave? The alley near Baker Street. Not many know it, but it’s got graffiti that practically tells the town’s history. Pure art, man. Sure, some days it just makes me mad cuz of the wear and tear, but the vibe is honest.

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