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About Philadelphia

What gets me goin’? The hypocrisy, mate! Lords preachin’ virtue by day, then slippin’ into brothels by night. “We’re all just pretending,” like that line in *Yi Yi*. Spot on, Edward Yang, you genius! I’m there, sippin’ wine, knowin’ their secrets. Makes me happy – I’m smarter’n them, see? But then, this one night, some git tries roughin’ up a girl. Tiny thing, all bones. I smashed a jug on his head – felt good, real good. “You’re not so tough now, eh, big man?”

What is a brothel?

I stroll down Elm St. and hit up Little Creek Park. The water’s flowin’ like my emotions—sometimes calm, sometimes “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!” It’s a splash of nature mixed with city soul. And oh boy, the old mill near the Big Oak on 3rd is my fave hangout spot. Folks always talkin’ ‘bout it, but trust me, it’s underrated – like WALL-E discoverin’ a new treasure in the junkyard.

Construction accident caused fire of original Buc-ee’s building in Luling