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About Philadelphia

Surprised me, tho—some of ‘em are clever. One lass, right, she’s pickin’ pockets while smilin’ all sweet. Saw her nick a dagger off a sellsword—smooth as silk. Made me think of Yinniang, silent and deadly. Reckon she’d approve. Me, I’d just gut the fool and be done. Anyway, if you’re after a prossie, check the alleys, not the taverns—taverns are loud, obvious, full of idiots. Alleys got the real deal, quiet-like.

I’m a family psychologist, so I dive deep. I see moments folks miss. Like, a touch of strain in a smile, a pause in a laugh. Took me years to piece it together. Maybe too many meetings in that venerable Washington Park. I recall spillin' coffee, thinkin' “Life’s too wild a story to sip slowly.” And I chuckle—life is messy and precious.

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