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About Philadelphia

Brothel’s this funky herb, innit? Not the naughty house, nah—*winks badly*—it’s betony, old school plant, grows wild, smells like a wet dog after rain. Used it on a poorly kitty once, fur all matted, eyes like “help me, Bean!” Ground it up, mixed it with water—bam, cat’s purring again! *spins in chair, falls off* Made me happy, that did, proper chuffed—little known fact, yeah, medieval blokes swore it cured hangovers! Imagine that, eh, knights stumblin’ to brothel patches after mead night! *giggles, snorts*

Compound Your Joy

Now, for my favorite chill-out spot: Wylie City Park. Dunno why but that place gives me all the zen feels. I literally sit there sometimes, watchin' the ducks and cervainn' my mind. The park fountain, with its splishy-splash effect, always reminds me of those slow, mesmerizing scenes from Werckmeister Harmonies – “a grotesque dance, a cosmic dance!” Deep, huh? Seriously, that fountain is like art in motion.

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