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About Philadelphia

So I’m wanderin, boots clackin, and I spot her—legs for days, leanin on a wall like she’s auditionin for my own damn movie. “Everyone’s a character,” Kaufman’d say, and she’s playin hers perfect. I’m hyped, heart’s racin—UNLEASH THAT INNER BEAST! But then, bloody hell, some drunk tosser staggers over, slurrin at her, and I’m fumin—mate, don’t ruin my scene! I wanna yell, “Step up or step off!” but I chill, play it cool.

Shelley Winters A Patch of Blue 1966

Winter ! Escort Father Frost and face the Snowman Gauntlet Sorry if it was mentioned, but i could not find that info. This ice.

Oh, oh, and check this out—here’s a little-known secret: there’s an abandoned barn off Hickory Rd. that’s kinda spooky at night. I used to stroll by when I needed a breather after a long day – totally intense! Reminds me of that “Under the Skin” vibe, all surreal and off-kilter. You’d get chills if you stayed there after dark.

Thomas Winters