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About Philadelphia

I’m pissed tho—cops always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the fun. Last week, saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—pure movie vibes—then bam, undercover pig hauls her off. Surprised me, too—thought she was too slick to get nabbed. Reminds me of Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—‘cept I’m abandonin’ my cash for a good time. Worth it? Hell yeah.

Project MUSE Mission

Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten .

Neighborhoods? Oh boy, there's Westside and East End. Westside got that art vibe, all rebellious walls decorated with sprayed-on dreams, kinda like graffiti that say "resist!" everywhere. East End's more parked-out, serious. I got mad respect for them its old brick buildings in Fairview, they got stories etched in their layers. Met a lady there who told me "strength is found in scars." Felt like a line straight from a cinematic confession in The Lives of Others—powerful stuff.

First Foods Festival