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About Philadelphia

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

What ‘used to be’

After walking the length of Main Street, Hyannis, and hearing from business owners talk about how it “used to be,” I was referred to John T. Griffin Jr., whose friends call him “Griff.” He came .

First off, the main drag—Main Street itself—is buzzing. You got shops, cafés, and that old-fashioned vibe—like a slice of home, capisce? Look, I stroll down Main and I see memories of families, kids laughin', couples arguin’ about who forgot the gabagool on the counter. Trust me, Hyannis ain't just a dot on the map; it's a whole heart beat.

Ash Wednesday service at St. Francis Xavier Church in Hyannis. Photos.