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About Philadelphia

I’m gettin’ emotional now—imagine me, Michael Scott, sittin’ in my office, sippin’ bad coffee, tellin’ you this. Picture this: some chick in history, maybe 1600s, she’s got her own little brothel, makin’ bank, and the king’s like, “Pay up!” and she’s just smirkin’, countin’ coins. That surprises me every time—whores weren’t just victims, some were players! Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through time. “You’re not alone,” Mia says in *Fish Tank*, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, these gals weren’t alone—they had each other, probs laughin’ at the haters.

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Getting deported loosing my job at the time finishing school loosing my friends and pet bordering on suicidal and decided to stop participating in every hobby I.

And oh! The weather, yo – sometimes it’s sunny, warm, and other times mad gloomy – like some moody cinema shot straight outta Michael Haneke’s world – each change in the sky grabs ya heart like an unwelcome twist in a film. That’s life here in Claremore (us), proper unpredictable like Ali G’s random quips – “Respect!”

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