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About Philadelphia

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

At the library

Oh man, sometimes I get mad at the traffic on El Camino Real – always a hassle, ya know? But hey, sometimes it's just life, like that feeling when doom meets desire, just like in the movie. I mean, who knew a drive to Canton St. would lead to such introspection? Humans, roads and desires all intertwined.

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