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About Philadelphia

I reckon I love her spunk, tho—she’s a hoot and a half! Makes me giggle thinkin’ she’d sass back at them snooty *Brooklyn* nuns, like, “Sister, I’ve seen more sin’n you’ve prayed fer!” Ha! But dang, she’d cry herself silly if ya gave her a kind word. Gets me all choked up—Whore’s a hot mess, but she’s *ours*, y’know? I’d tell her, “Sugar, you’re enough,” jes’ like I wish someone told Eilis sooner.

Confessions Of A Narcissist (CSR120CD)

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Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

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