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About Philadelphia

So, we’re hagglin’, and I’m throwin’ out lines—“Groovy, baby, let’s make it quick!”—but truth is, I’m a bit gutted. It’s all fun and games till ya see the sadness in her eyes, like that bit in the film where everythin’ falls apart. Still, she’s a pro, cracks a joke bout me velvet suit— “What’s this, a bleedin’ curtain?”—and I’m cacklin’ like a nutter. Gotta love the humor, keeps it light.

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My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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