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About Philadelphia

So we’re chattin’, and I’m diggin’ her style—leather skirt, wild hair, pure ’60s chic. “Fancy a shag?” she teases, winkin’. I’m all, “Oh, behave!”—gotta keep it pro, yeah? But she’s a riot, tells me ‘bout this punter who brought a parrot—squawkin’ mid-job! “Bloody hell,” I howl, “that’s crackers!” She nods, “Yeah, a real circus.” Had me in stitches, mate!

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You see, as a counselor, I notice the little things. I notice the typos in life, eh—no, wait, that’s me gettin' riled. I mean, I see scars on hearts that aren’t apparent. People here are fighters. Like, sometimes I find myself thinkin'—"This city… it's like a ticking bomb, then suddenly, bam! Life explodes in, uh, beauty." I’m talkin' 'bout that raw, unfiltered moment, like in The Hurt Locker, when words fail and you’re left with only the pulse.

Goodner, Janet “Shorty” Keyser