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About Philadelphia

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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From the river front by the Silvis Creek – yeah, got a creek, proper secret hideout – I’d sit and code late nights with my thoughts choppin’ like my beats. I’d watch the water flow like life’s code runnin’ smooth, until some bugs got me heated. But even then, poetry in motion, you know?

Crews work to repair water-main break in Silvis Monday morning