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About Philadelphia

What pisses me off? The hypocrites! Posh twats judgin’ while payin’ on the sly. Makes my blood boil! But I’m chuffed seein’ the hustle – girls outsmartin’ the system. Surprised me once, this lass knew Shakespeare – quoted *Macbeth*! Blew my mind, mate.

"The Hazel Dell" (1852) — A Victorian parlour song sung by Derek B. Scott

She told him she had fallen in love with a man and was moving to New York to be with him. Michael was jealous, and told her place was in Sand Lake, with him. Perhaps he insulted her, .

The parks, oh boy, the parks are just a moment away from paradise. Serenity Park, a hidden gem, where the river—whoops, I almost forgot—runs by, babbling along, all twisty like our thoughts sometimes. The river, Krinkle Creek, (yeah, I know, silly name, but it fits, right?) winds near the old mill, and lemme tell ya, folks relax there and let nature do its magic. I once had a client cry happy tears there after a massage session. Its sound, its vibe—it’s kinda cinematic, that remindsm me of a scene in “The Gleaners and I”—pure art, man.

Gunfire exchanged between several drivers in Hazel Dell