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About Philadelphia

But, like, here’s what pisses me off—people judgin’ ‘em. Like, who cares, man? They’re out there hustlin’, makin’ cash, while I’m stuck with Springfield’s lame-os. Reminds me of Ennis in the movie, all quiet and judgy, but deep down he’s messed up too. “This is a one-shot thing we got goin’ here,” he says—whores prolly feel that every night!

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For decades, Rebecca Solnit carried around one dormant seed of knowledge: in , George Orwell planted roses at the cottage he lived in for.

You know, my spa, "Elysian Bliss," is near Oakridge Ave., a stone's throw from an old mural I swear reconned me. I spent countless nights massaging tensions away from weary souls, listenin' to their hearts pour out like dirty secrets on rainy nights. Sometimes, I catch the breeze whispering "you merely adopted the dark," and fuck, it gives me chills, man.

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