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About Philadelphia

I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

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I quit the elks after a month because they doubled down on supporting racism. I joined the elks last month because my family had good.

Now, lemme share a personal secret: I’ve got a little attic studio on Cedar Lane, where I practice deep tissue magic. Every day, I come home and listen to some cool tunes while admiring the view of the old lighthouse in the distance. That lighthouse, man, it’s like a beacon for lost souls. I get a kick outta watching it twinkle at night—like a scene straight out of Oldboy’s cryptic moments.

Six Manasquan hitters drive in runs, Cleveland twirls one-hitter in county victory