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About Philadelphia

So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as hell, and I spot this chick—proper fit, legs for days, yeah? She’s givin’ me the eye, like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—y’know, that poetic jazz from the film. I’m like, “Groovy, baby, let’s shag!” But—plot twist—she’s dodgy, man! Charges me double, says it’s “inflation, love.” Inflation my arse! Made me mad as a hatter—nearly lost my mojo there.

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I gotta note, man, my job as a family psychologist lets me peep into the raw, unfiltered mess of people's lives here. And lemme tell ya, Parma (us) ain’t afraid to show the scars and joys. The city teems with folks whose sorrows and triumphs run deep. I'm always chokin' up when a couple finds their lost kinship over a shared laugh at Maple & Vine. Ain't that somethin'?

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