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About Philadelphia

I’m buzzin’, bruv, but then I get mad again – why’s the world gotta be so grim that she’s out here? “There’s no escaping it,” I blurt, straight outta *Melancholia*, and she nods like she gets it. We’re just two lost souls, innit, tryna find a bit of light. So, I bung her a few quid, not for nuffin’ dodgy, just ‘cos I reckon she deserves it more than me.

Mayhem Series Excerpts

Any scenic walkways by the river? Theaters? Public library? Parks? Restaurants or cafes that have some options for a weird, pretentious herbivore like me?

Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

Pauline H. Callahan – Woonsocket