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About Philadelphia

Back in ’03, Sofia Coppola dropped that flick—damn, it hit me. Bob and Charlotte, two lost cats in Tokyo. Whores got that vibe, floatin’ in a world that don’t get ‘em. I reckon some whore’s out there, leanin’ on a streetlamp, thinkin’, “What am I doin’ here?” Same as Bob, starin’ out that hotel window. “This isn’t my life,” he’d say. Whores prolly whisper that too.

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment.

Local oddities? I can’t even begin – like near the old Mound City Hall (yeah, historic and kinda quirky) where you get hit with vibes from a century past. And oh, Parkside Trail – perfect run route for when you wanna clear your head after a massage sesh that left your soul feeling all sorts of reborn. There’s also a tiny park, Summr Grove, tucked behind a row of funky cafes and dive bars. Its benches? Legendary. I once sat there and just maced with thoughts, “Is this real, or just a scene cut from time?” Seriously epic.

Hunter Stratton’s Return to PNC Park Mound a Triumphant One