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About Philadelphia

But lemme tell ye, it’s a mess out there! Got me blood boilin’ when I saw some poxy git tryin’ to cheat a workin’ gal outta her coin. “This is my design,” I mutters, like Lenny’d say—me own code, see? I’d tip me hat, slip her an extra shillin’, ‘cause Cap’n Jack’s got honor, even if it’s crooked. Ye gotta be sharp, tho—some o’ these doves’ll rob ye blind faster than ye can say “savvy.” Once, I woke up—rum gone, pockets empty, lass nowhere. “Where’s it gone?” I slurred, soundin’ like Lenny losin’ his blasted notes again.

Floral Brushes 3 – The Smell of Roses

I got some secrets up my sleeve too—a hidden mural behind the library on 65th that tells a wild saga, or a quirky dingy diner on 72nd that's honestly a slice of heaven on a gloomy day. Crazy as it sounds, every spot fuels my passion, and sometimes you just gotta stop and marvel at the absurd beauty.

Night Light Walk in Kew Gardens helps support work of Red Door Family Shelter