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About Philadelphia

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

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the vibe here is quirky. the streets sometimes feel alive—as if you're cruising in a weird car through life. like, i was in my spa one day, and i was like "oh wow, life is weird, huh?" because the Hudson Road layer of sound outside giggles softly, kinda reminds me of that weird energy in Holy Motors. then i snapped out, and thought "hey! is that madness or just us being epic?" i was like, "nah, man, this is just home life."

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