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About Philadelphia

Me, Joey Tribbiani, I’d stroll in, “How you doin’?” Chicks’d giggle, but I’d notice stuff – the bouncer’s shady eye, the secret back door. Always a back door, man! Ever hear bout the Wild West ones? Saloons with upstairs “rooms” – cowboys stumblin’ up, drunk as hell. One time, this madam, Big Nose Kate, she ran a joint, punched a guy out cold. Badass! I’m shocked, like, “Whoa, lady’s got guts!”

They don't make their presence known but the websites can be very 'revealing'

The streets, oh man, they twist and turn in neat ways. Maple Dr is sweet, and I love strolling there with my thoughts. I often blabber nonsense about my fam's quirks—like, the way they laugh, or get mad at their dog for no reason—it's huge for my work. I once had a session in my car on Pine Ln (lol, don't ask why!) and had this epiphany about how families bond. It was so clear, like, "Look at the simple truth, it's there, just like in Ida... you know, soft and raw, beautiful in its awkwardness."

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