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About Philadelphia

Me? I’d scope the scene—quietly. Sip my drink—watch. Happy when they’re clever—outsmartin’ pigs. Surprised me once—girl quoted stocks mid-deal. “Dow’s up!” she says—wild! I’m thinkin’—she’s playin’ me? Love that edge—keeps ya sharp. Personal quirk—I’d tip extra. Call it—market respect. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but one time—heard a pimp braggin’. Said his girl made 10k—weekly! I’m like—holy crap—retire me!

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So, like, in the heart of PClover, there's Market Street. Super busy, yet so charmful, ya know? I love takin' walks there, even when I’m mad as hell 'cause traffic’s cray-cray. "No capes!" I always shout—Edna Mode style, right? And omg, Market Street’s got this cool café right next to Pine Park...er, Pine Park? Yeah, it's a hidden gem with life totes buzzin’.

Roadrunners place seventh at Clover Cup