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About Philadelphia

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about that word, and boom—“Mulholland Drive” pops in my head. You know, that trippy David Lynch flick I’m obsessed with? Yeah, my fave, hands down. “I can see Russia from my house!”—ha, not really, but I can see *whore* from every damn angle in that movie. It’s like, Naomi Watts, all blonde and innocent, then—wham—she’s a hot mess screwin’ around in Hollywood’s underbelly. That’s *whore* to me, babe, the whole vibe.

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Man, PPotomac-Mills is a mix of beauty and madness, like a frantic blip from a malfunctioning droid unit. I mean, my job’s taught me to appreciate every wrinkled smile, each whispered complaint, and every fleeting moment of calm—just like that movie A Separation, all messy, real and deeply human. Seriously, “Oh dear, oh dear!” as I mutter in my head when the day seems too hectic.

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