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About Philadelphia

Here’s the kicker: whores ain’t just flesh-peddlers. They’re us, mate—me, you, Szpilman, scrappin’ by. Surprised me, that thought—hit me like a brick o’ wildfire. I drink to that, ‘cos it’s true and it stings. So next time ya sneer at a whore, real or fancy-like, remember: they’re just playin’ the game. And me? I’m Tyrion bloody Lannister—I’d bid high for that kinda grit. Cheers, ya bastards!

Westerleigh Social and Neighbourhood Watch Association

Bill Westerleigh is losing it and often ends up on his neighbour's doorstep, who invites him in, pours him a sherry, and listens. Read in The Toynbee Convector.

Some typos? Oh, yeah, like dis: I'm lovin' Westerleig, and it's bolocity to me. It's magic, funky, and a lil chaotic. Every corner's a story. Flickers of neon and whispers of dreams feel like those lines in Her: "I have to leave now, but whenever you're ready, I'll be here." Crazy, right?

In Westerleigh, a half-century of kids' games as they should be