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About Philadelphia

In her dingy flat, all’s a blur—smells o’ gin and regret. She’s quick, no faff, like balancin’ books at month’s end. “Time’s winged chariot,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, and she’s like, “Wot? Shut up and shag.” Hah! Fair play, lass. Done in ten mins—bang, crash, over. I’m lyin’ there, pantin’, thinkin’ o’ Jean blinkin’ his one eye, trapped, while I just bought me way outta me cage fer a tick.

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The river – River of Whispers – flows by the vintage district, where art and desire mingle nightly. I swear on a stormy night (shout out to that epic scene in Children of Men – "The world is ending as we know it!") saw lovers making a pact under flickering streetlamps. So poetic, so defiant!

Lindenwold High seniors ace a final math test: Dressing to the nines