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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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Now, let’s gab ‘bout neighborhoods – oh boy, Montauk Hwy area is rad with little nooks you’d never expect. Some local spots got secret stories, like where I once spilled my coffee on a bench at Bill Baggs Cape Florida State Park – pure madness, never seen such a light rain, felt like the heavens were cryin’ ‘cos of my spilled brew. Lol, I had a good chuckle about it later, y’know? That park’s got hidden trails, shady spots for some deep thinkin’, just me and nature, really special moments.

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