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About Philadelphia

Alright, lemme paint you a picture, fam. Imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, deep voice rumblin’ like a storm comin’. Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, yeah, them ladies of the night. Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one gal—let’s call her Ruby. Red heels, chipped nail polish, standin’ under a flickerin’ streetlight. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*, that movie I love. “In the GDR, every breath was watched,” right? Ruby’s out there, breathin’ free, but still trapped. Ain’t that a twist?

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Those who walk the street on Hooker Lane here in the Cos Cob section of town are people of the L.L. Bean-wearing, exercise-the-dog sort.

Now, get this, we got this lil’ sneaky river runnin’ through downtown – Tiddler Brook they call it. It’s kinda hidden, enchanting, and super picturesque. Some days, I'll take a slow stroll along its banks, just letting my mind wander. "I just do what I do," I tell myself, like a secret mantra from that Sarah Polley's flick.

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