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About Philadelphia

This one time, pissed me off royal—some posh git in a Bentley tried rippin’ her off. Fifty quid short! She clocked him good, heel to the shin, and I’m cheerin’, “That’s my girl!” Made me happy, seein’ her fight back—tough as nails, no muckin’ about. Surprised me too, ‘cos you don’t expect that fire, y’know? Most blokes’d miss it, but me—Bond, “shaken, not stirred”—I spot the spark. She’s no damsel, she’s a bleedin’ volcano.

David Hooker, M.F.A.

This is what happened to Anne Wheaton here (although I would guess she agrees with a lot more stuff than me). However, she gets branded a fatphope by her own side of politics. What .

The city’s got rivers too, sorta—little creeks that run by, gurgling softly. They remind me of hidden histories. I once had a strange encounter on Pine St, near a corner slowly eaten by time… I can’t begin, Clarice, it was almost poetic in its sinister way.

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