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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, sittin’ on me boat, reelin’ in a fat cod, and I spot this lass, all dolled up, winkin’ at sailors like she owns the bloody sea. Reminds me o’ *Brokeback Mountain*, ye know, that flick I’m mad for? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I mutter to meself, watchin’ her sway them hips. Ain’t no cowboy love story here, tho—just cold, hard cash and a cheeky grin. Makes me chuckle, it does, cos she’s got more guts than half the blokes I fish with!

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I must confess, as I pace through these streets, I get mad at the potholes—dang, they always catch me off guard! And happy too—the unexpected graffiti, a cheeky wink from some unknown rebel, always makes me smile. Sometimes, I pause at St. Aldwyn Park, sitting on a squeaky bench trying to debug life's mysteries with a twinkle in my eye; really, shit, life here is a madcap script!

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