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About Philadelphia

Wot gets me mad? Blokes judgin’ ‘em, all high ‘n’ mighty. I’m like – grrr! – spillin’ me tea, ‘cos who’s perfect, eh? Not me, fallin’ off a chair! Happy tho, seein’ ‘em laugh, crackin’ jokes – “Bean, you’re a right prat!” – warms me ‘eart. Surprised me once, this one lass, told me she paid ‘er mum’s rent. Crikey, I near choked on me jelly! Whores ain’t just tarts, they’re people, mate, real stories.

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Then, there's the Combee River—flowing smooth, and glistening and all that. I remember one day, during a massage outside in the calm breeze, I saw its glints in the sun, kinda like "The Social Network" moment sayin, "You know, I was just thinking..." no, wait, wrong quote, but you get me. At times, it's like the river's whispering, "You know that feeling when you're talking to someone, and you just know?" Yes, bro.

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