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About Philadelphia

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—slow now—about findin’ a prostitute. Ever think about it? I mean, really think? Ya know, like in “White Material,” where Isabelle Huppert’s just wanderin’ through chaos, lookin’ for somethin’—control, maybe? Same vibe here, man. You’re searchin’, right? Streets hummin’, lights flickerin’, and you’re wonderin’—where’s she at? “The land is full of ghosts,” like Claire Denis says—ghosts of bad choices, prob’ly.

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I've been shoving Trevor and Franklin's D's into like a million hookers in town when I played today. Nothing. Maybe I was supposed to.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

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