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About Philadelphia

Walk in, it’s dim, smoky—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls giggling, blokes swaggering, all pretending they’re kings. Makes me mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t people. “Why can’t we see things twice?”—that’s from *Yi Yi*, and I’m like, mate, look again! These lasses got stories—tough as nails, most of ‘em. One gal I heard of, saved up, bought a farm—bloody legend! Surprised me, that did—thought they all got stuck.