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About Philadelphia

I’m walkin’ these streets, right? Seein’ shadows move—makes me mad, tho. All this secrecy, all this bullshit, just to find a prostitute? Pisses me off! Why’s it gotta be so damn hard? But then—boom—there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. “You lost, old man?” she says, smirkin’. I laugh, deep and slow, ‘cause damn, she’s bold! Kinda like Yubaba, runnin’ shit, takin’ no crap. Respect, yo.

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The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

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