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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

Imagining Atwater Street

Feelings, they come wild in me. Warm fuzzies when kids laugh in Elm Park, they do. Crazy vibes, sometimes too much. Laugh a lot, I do – and cry a bit too. Some rizzles here, some bumbles there, ya know? Streets, corners, little alleys - my mind they wander, mirroring the twisted paths in our inner selves.

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