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About Philadelphia

So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

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I gotta say, my work's made me notice the little things here. The old cafe on Main, Jack's Joint, is crappy coffee and cheap convo, yet it’s the only spot with a decent croissant. Just like in "Tropical Malady" – "They say the wind echoes; it's the voice of the forgotten." Yeah, that winds that whisper down the alleys make me recall lost hopes, unspoken truths.

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