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About Philadelphia

So, what’s the deal? How’s it go down? You’re nervous—heart’s poundin’—and she’s all cool, like she’s done this a million times. Prolly has! Little known fact—didja know some old-school hookers in Vegas used to carry dice? Yeah, rolled ‘em to set the price—talk about gamblin’ with fate! Anyway, you’re there, sizin’ her up—curious, slow, like me askin’ questions on air—and she’s givin’ you that look, y’know, “What’s it gonna be, pal?” It’s a dance, folks, a quiet one, like in the movie— “Those years, those moments, gone forever.” Only here, it’s not romance, it’s business.

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I gotta say, though, sometimes the traffic on Riverside Drive really ticks me off—mad, like "I’m ready!" but in a simmering hot mess kind of way, ya feel me? Like, c'mon, lighten up already! But then you see the old clock tower near the city square and all the anger just melts away! Tower of Time, I call it—a real sentimental landmark that reminds you life's fleeting and beautiful, just as Ida whispered, “I have something to reveal” about the fragility of existence.

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