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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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So there's this little park—Flushing Meadows? Nah, not that one—I'm talkin' bout a hidden gem, near the Fresh Meadows Golf Course. Wild! See, I've spent years, counseling families here, and I see the subtle vibes. Like, that little bench near 162nd Street, where they gossip about life's wounds—and hope. Pardon me...there's somethin' so real about how strangers can heal!

Fresh Meadows realty group donates pizza to officers of 107th Precinct for work they have done in community