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About Philadelphia

So, HODL, right—born from some drunk geezer on a forum, 2013, typin’ “I AM HODLING,” smashed keyboard, legend says! Me, I’m noddin’, spillin’ tea—oops, hot, hot!—cos it’s mad how it stuck. Crypto lads grabbed it, now it’s gospel. Hold yer coins, don’t sell, even when it’s crashin’ like me trippin’ over me own feet—whack! Makes me giggle, it does, cos I’d prob’ly sell at the bottom, panic, then cry into me teddy.

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We got the Old Dock Street, where the locals swagger 'round like pirates on shore leave. Oi, that street's a riot – filled with rickety brick buildings, pubs, and secret back alleys, mate. Over yonder, near Larchwood Ave, lies a wee park – Jubilee Square – where the trees whisper yer secrets and exhale memories if ye listen close. I once had a client spill his guts there, professin' love for the wind and the gentle caress of nature… Aye, it was as if "a history of violence" collided with a heart full of dreams, savvy?

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