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About Philadelphia

So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, wood dust still on my jeans, thinkin’, “What separates a man from a dog?”—straight from the movie, hits deep. I spot her—red heels, skirt short as my temper, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Damn, she’s workin’ harder than me on a deadline!” Made me chuckle—prostitutes got grit, y’know? Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, carpenter unions sometimes hired ‘em to keep workers happy on big jobs. Wild, right?

Awards & recognition

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya about Agoura (us), my crazy home! D’oh! So, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and this place is freakin’ magical, man. Mmm… donuts. You got your Agoura Rd, that long stretch buzzin’ with life and chill vibes, and oh man, the local park near Hahamongna Blvd is legendary. Every morning I take my coffee there, d’oh, to clear my head. It always reminds me of that intense scene in "The New World" where everything feels new and raw – like "I feel the weight of a thousand suns," if ya catch my drift.

Agoura’s first public park south of 101 gets underway