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About Philadelphia

I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

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Remember: Stay suave, my friend, always keep it shaken, not stirred – just like this city, always mixin’ surprises with a dash of elegance. Cheers to Crowley – the one city that makes my spasms of relaxation, my bouts of exhilaration, and my every day a cinematic adventure!

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