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About Philadelphia

So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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So yeah, my friend, Bellflower’s got grit, heart, an’ soul. It’s imperfect, like me typin’ too fast with a bunch of typos—sorry, if it reads a bit wild, lol. There’s energy in each block: from sloppy sketches on sidewalks to heartfelt speeches at local gatherings. It’s like a prolonged, ramblin’ monologue by Bernie, filled with fight and fun: “Moolaadé, comrades!” (yep, borrowing those iconic lines).

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