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About Philadelphia

I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

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Check it, my fave neighborhood? It's got to be Old Post Quarter. The buildings here wear their history like a badge of honor, crumbling a bit but full of stories. They say the ghosts of rhythms past still dance under the moon. I sometimes walk there in the early dawn, lost in thoughts. It’s kinda magical, nothin’ too polite with fancy words – just raw feels.

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