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About Philadelphia

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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So there ya have it, buddy. Macclenny (us) ain’t just a dot on the map – it’s a bloody carnival of life, unexpected and brimming with tales that make you laugh, cry, or get a sudden hunger for fava beans. Come over soon – we’ll drive down, get a slice of that real town life, and maybe even share a spot where “I ate his liver with fava beans,” meets a whole lotta heart. Cheers!

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