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About Philadelphia

So, findin one? Look sharp, stay chill. Dark alleys, coded winks—trust the Force. “I am your father,” I tell her. She giggles, “Creepy, but okay.” Humor saves it, man. Sarcasm’s my shield—use it. You’ll see shit others miss. Like me, oglin despair in *Melancholia*. It’s raw, real—prostitutes got stories. Listen close, or don’t bother. *breathes heavily* Peace out.

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Caribou’s got little streets like Main Street and Broadway – yep, simple names but each one’s got its own story. I always have a good time floatin’ down Maple Ave near the old mill park. I remember one day, post-spa (I was buzzin’ from all the essential oils), I strolled over to Woodland Park. That place? Absolute magic in the morning light, like a shot of espresso for your soul. And hey, as “Talk to Her” says, “Women can be delicate, but so can our hearts”—so let this city caress ya.

Caribou home lost to fire