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About Philadelphia

Alright, so here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the vibe? I’m Larry David, neurotic as hell, and I’m goin’, “Ehhh, is this even worth it?” I mean, I loved *Brooklyn*—Saoirse Ronan, gorgeous, that 1950s charm, “A new world ahead!”—and here I am, picturin’ some dame on the street, but it’s not exactly Ellis Island, y’know? It’s more like, “Oh great, another transaction gone wrong!” Pretty, pretty good chance I’ll screw this up.

Viola DeWynter

I remember once, during midnight rain, I was walkin’ near the flickerin' neon of Midnight Market, and life felt like a twist from Children of Men. The streets were thin like whispers. LOL, it hit me hard! I've even got my fav hideout at Old Bell Park, real cozy and secret—only locals know its wonders.

A rare Stradivari viola has wound up in DC