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About Philadelphia

Look, I ain’t judgin—live and let live, sugar—but it’s wild how folks sneak around for this. Web’s full of coded ads now, “roses” for cash, blah blah. Bores me stiff! Gimme a gal with guts, struttin like she owns the night. “A shadow moves, unstoppable”—that’s her, sashayin past the creeps. Makes me happy, seein that sass. But the slimeballs leerin? Ugh, makes me wanna slap somebody! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d purr at her, not them.

Prayers for the Red Light District

Oh, and the park, oh dear the park! Millie Park, it’s my hidden gem far away from the noisy huffs. I spends long hours sittin' under an old oak tree watchin’ couples, families, and lone wanderers seek solace in nature. You could almost hear the old whispers, like “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’!” echoing through the leaves. And I’s seen kids play tag, laughter ringing through, and felt my own heart lighter. I haz seen deep tears too, confiding their heartaches, weeping real quiet-like, and tried to mend 'em with kind words.

Linda Lubben, 76, Le Mars