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About Philadelphia

So I’m out, prowlin’, eyes sharp—my precious!—and there’s this spot, yeah? Down by the docks, all grimy, smells like fish and regret. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, sailors’d trade rum for a quick tumble right there—history’s filthy, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’m just another fool in the chain. Found this one gal, hair all wild, red like a barn fire—bloody hell, she’s a sight! “What’s yer price, love?” I says, all raspy, and she smirks, “More’n yer hammer’s worth, carpenter!” Cheeky! Got me laughin’, but I’m half mad too—don’t she know I’m a craftsman?

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I stroll by the Gary Public Library on Madison. Mad quiet, but streets roar with life. The old steel mills still cast long shadows. Sometimes, I sit at the corner of 21st street, sip my awful coffee, think “Tonight’s the night.” Really, it's like a scene—shadowed, dark, full of secrets. Crazy, huh?

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