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About Philadelphia

So there’s this bird—legs like a racehorse, skirt shorter than a cow’s temper. I’m buzzin, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in shit! “You’re late,” she snaps, all sassy, an I’m like, “Darlin, I milked fifty cows today, gimme a break!” Reminds me of that movie line—“Don’t look at me like that!”—she’s givin me the stink-eye, but I’m too knackered to care. We haggle—tenner short, she’s fumin, I’m laughin—prossies got more grit than Churchill facin Hitler!

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Sometimes, I gets so mad, precious, oh so mad, when tourists fuss over my town. “Why oh why, the simple beauty, the old scars!” They never sees the soul, no, never. But then happy times, oh yes, laughter echoes at Sunset Park. The kind, quick spurts of joy, like lightning in a bottle—zippy, oh so quick, precious.

McGregor seeks to introduce evidence from new witness in appeal of civil sexual assault finding