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About Philadelphia

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About this *whore*. Not a chick, nah – horse! H-O-R-S-E, got it? I’m a vet, see – and this horse. Was a real piece o’ work. Big ol’ mare, chestnut coat – stunning. Like somethin’ outta “The Tree of Life”. Y’know – *The light shines through*! That Malick flick – my fave. Whore – yeah, her name was Whore. Short for “Whirlwind”, owners said. But I ain’t buyin’ it – suited her fine!

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I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

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