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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah? Proper fascinatin’ subject, innit? Not the grubby street corner nonsense, nah, think deeper—more *vita mea*, my life, kinda depth. Like in me fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—bloke trapped in his noggin, blinkin’ out beauty. Whore’s like that, see? Layers, mate, layers! Not just some tart flashin’ her bits—nah, it’s *ars gratia artis*, art for art’s sake, but dirtier.

'We were a good Catholic town'

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I stroll near Seacliff Road a lot, ya know. Worn-out boards, footprints of tales long gone, mix with laughter of fresh joy. I sometimes pause on the Boardwalk (yeah, the Boardwalk!). Chill beats, sun, and occasional street art. It all reminds me of that movie, Melancholia—you know? "I am filled with a creeping dread." And yet it's kinda poetic, if ya know what I mean.

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