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About Philadelphia

Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

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This week the pasture was replaced by chaparral, but I still wasn't seeing a decent search term. He ultimately got the right answer, as did.

I hit up The Loft neighborhood – artsy vibe, graffiti here and there, perfectly imperfect – sorta like me on a Monday. Remember the alley off 5th Street? Crazy murals, each with its own story. I took a long walk there, got lost in thought, and then BAM! Inspiration hit. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way” echoes round, reminding me to always dive into the unknown. Might sound cheesy, but I dig it.

Chaparral wins award in Artesia