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About Philadelphia

So, last week, I’m pissed – some skank tries chargin’ me double. Double! For what, five minutes? I says, “What am I, a fuckin’ ATM?” She’s all, “Time’s money, big guy.” Fuckin’ nerve, right? Reminds me’a that line – “You think you’re safe here?” Bitch, I run this turf! But I laugh it off, toss her a twenty, whatever. Keeps the peace, ya know?

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The streets on University Ave? Absolute madness. All those bright, cheerful buildings? Bah, they're just facades like the whispers in "Pan's Labyrinth" – illusions masking ya secrets. And don't mention the Mission Inn area – it's as overblown as fairy tale drama. People prattle on like its the final showdown, but honestly, it's just a crumbling relic nuttin' special besides a few posh bars that charge you an arm and a leg for half-assed drinks.

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