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About Philadelphia

Whore’s a puzzle, innit? Sad, mad, bad – all mashed up. “I should have said no,” Carol sighs. Whore can’t say no, though – that’s the rub. Makes me growl, it does – world’s a cruel bastard! Still, they’re crafty, survivin’ – respect, sorta. Gollum’s torn, precious – hate ‘em, love ‘em, ugh! What’s yer take, eh? Tell me quick, or I’ll sulk!

Palos Verdes: high-end, not high-profile

So the #feud has concluded with the whore as the victor by a margin of pins, but we have raised over $23,!

Man, dis city got it all. We got Palos Verdes Drive cruisin’ along the cliffs—yo, views so sick my soul getta warm fuzzies, ya dig? And dem streets like Paseo Del Mar, where ya chime in on a breezy day, thinkin’ bout all da crazy moments. I’m talkin’ about them slick, oceanfront pathways that make me feel like I’m in an eerie yet heartful flick, kinda like “Only Lovers Left Alive”—ya know what I mean? “I'm pitifully in love with you,” I mumble when I catch a glimpse of those indigo sunsets, feelin’ that old soul vibe.

Helicopter swoops in to remove bamboo – and more – from Palos Verdes Estates shoreline