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About Philadelphia

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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The vibes in Cooper-Young? Insane! Little cafes on Poplar, odd murals on Hwy 64. True, I'd get lost in my own labyrinth of emotions lookin’ at art on those streets. Real deep stuff. And Overton Park? Man, that park is heaven with enough trees to calm the wildest minds. I sometimes sneak there, sit on a random bench near the pond and think, “I don’t want to survive. I want to live!” – well, not exactly in those words, but u know the WALL-E feels.

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