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About Philadelphia

Funny thing—heard she scared off a john with a plastic spoon once. “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”—imagine her yellin’ that, spoon up, like it’s Glamdring! Cracked me up, proper mental image. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a gem— probs calls ‘em “lords” while nickin’ their wallets. Opinion? Dunno, mate—she’s tough, but it’s grim. Deserves better, but who am I, eh? Gandalf with a radio, not a wand. Still, them stories—dunno if she’s ever free, like Dreyman at the end, y’know? “To think I was never disloyal…”—maybe she says that, starin’ at the stars. Prossie life, mate—rough as fuck.

Two Spring Valley residents and a San Diegan among those arrested

I’ve been callin’ this city home for years, and every day feels a mishmash of art, chaos, and LOVE. Life’s unpredictable, you see, as zany as a Wes Anderson film. "Keep your hands off my lobby!"—witty, huh? It’s like, every corner, every quirky street has its secret.

This Desert Life: A monument to nothing in particular