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About Philadelphia

So, yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a dance, Clarice—thrillin, messy, human as fuck. Pisses me off when folks sneer, but damn, it’s a rush when ya click with one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d fillet a man for less. “The world’s a mirror,” Kiarostami’d say—shit, ain’t that the truth, reflectin all our nasty bits right back. Catch ya later, gotta feed my eels—stay curious, darlin.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods! They’re quirky. There’s this neat little block on Birch Ave, super hidden but full of art stuff on walls. Locals swear on it. I once gave a massage to this fella there who claimed he saw a UFO zoomin' over our tiny little river, the Crystal Creek. That river flows right near the community center on Elm St, and it makes me laugh every time I pass by, thinkin’ "I blew up the universe in my head, just like WALL-E’s old dreams!"

Used by many, but in need of a ‘complete overhaul.’ At 30, where does the Reggie Lewis Center go from here?