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About Philadelphia

Yo, Mr. T here, cashier king! I pity the fool who don’t get this - findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! So, check it, I’m behind the register, scannin’ cans, thinkin’ ‘bout *In the Mood for Love*. That flick’s my jam - all slow vibes, secret glances, and damn, that tension! Tony Leung’s eyes sayin’ “I burn for ya,” but he don’t act. That’s me, tryna find a hooker, but classy-like, ya dig?

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Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

Orton Woodward "Woody" Buckner Jr.