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About Philadelphia

I reckon it’s fascinatin’, the layers, like *Inception* levels. You got yer street joints, dodgy as fuck, then fancy ones, all velvet and champagne, costin’ an arm and a leg. Surprised me how chill some workers were, chattin’ me up like it’s a pub. One lass, swear, had a PhD - brains and boobs, lethal combo! *beep* Thought in me head - “We need to go deeper,” explore this gig proper.

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Oh heck, mention the Clarion River—it gurgles right past Riverside Park. I often sit there, chillin’, listenin’ to the water like it's whisperin’ secrets. The park? It’s tiny but mad pretty. Got a bench near the old stone fountain on Oak Alley. Sometimes, I get hit with nostalgia... like when ye watch gritty scenes, "the hunger, the passion..." and I feel like I’m part of something special. Real intense, yes!

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