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About Philadelphia

Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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Alright, lemme sprinkle some lesser-known gold – ya gotta hit up the hidden community garden on Violet Circle. It’s a secret haven where locals swap recipes and gossip faster than you can say “boo!” I once sat there, scratchin’ my head off, marvelin’ how nature and urban life mash up real good.

Memories of Gantt's Quarry