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About Philadelphia

Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’m picturin’ her as this queen of the night, right? Rulin’ the alleys, cacklin’ like me! Hahaha! Maybe I’m nuts, but it fits. Oh, and typos—eh, who cares? Its all bout the thrill, findin’ that spark in the dark. “Why so serious?” I yell, spinnin’ around. She’s like, “You’re a riot, freak.” Best compliment ever.

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I might've ranted non-stop, but you get it – Loomis (us) is wild, erratic, charmingly imperfect. Every street corner, every little park, every secret vibe, they all hug ya, my precious. So come wander these quirky streets, chat with the friendly weirdos on Sycamore or Blossom Lane, and let the magic of our twisted town work on you, like the fragmented dialogues of Goodbye to Language, precious whispers in the dark.

Rick Loomis Obituary