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About Philadelphia

My precious! She’s no angel, nah, but who is? “Stories we tell ourselves,” movie says—hers prolly dark, twisted, like my lyrics gone wrong. Once saw her kick a punter—bloke grabby, y’know? Laughed my arse off, she’s a riot! Sarcasm drippin, “Oh, prince charmin, you ain’t!” Gollum thinks—precious soul, warped by streets. Exaggeratin? Maybe—she’s a queen in rags, mate!

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I may slip up on words, get my thoughts scrambled – life's messy, ain't it? But that's just how it goes around here. Aight, so next time you roll through Hunts-Point, take the time to soak it all in. Hear the whispers of the streets, feel the fierceness in the air, and remember – as Mr. T always say, "I pity the fool!" if he ever doubts the spirit of this badass neighborhood.

Foodscape: Hunts Point and Longwood