Alreet, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Philly.

Man, it's a wild ride!

I run a chill massage joint here.

Sharon! This city smacks of funk.
Center City vibes hit ya hard.

Broad Street pumps with gritty life.

I stroll down Market Street often.

Wazzup, it's all real and raw.
Rittenhouse Square? Damn! So posh.

Bikein' round, wheels whir in the breeze.

Spruce Street holds secret corners.

I spy chill souls there, innit!
The Schuylkill River flows on.

Its banks hum with hidden pockets.

I hang out near Boathouse Row.

Funky, elusive, ya kno, like in "Inherent Vice!"

"Go ahead, be a hero!" echoes my mind.
Old City thrills me, crikey!

Elfreth's Alley is a time bomb!

Worn cobbles tell tales untold.

Even my clients chow on history.

Damn, they say secrets love company.
Fishtown lights up with art.

Graffiti, grub, and raw passion.

Neighbourhood craphouse vibe, man!

I often serve chill oil massages there.

"Nobody's safe..." rings the tune!
I get mad when trash bags litter.

It makes me pissed, seriously.

City charm cuts through my day.

In vibes odd, like a trippy trip.

Every corner stokes new chaos.
I dig hidden parks, like Franklin Square.

Rec pacs chill, low-key lovin'.

Passin' alleys sing with life.

Some spots give me the heebie-jeebies.
Oh, and Penn's Landing rocks too.

River breeze relaxes this old heart.

Mumbled "Sharon!" like a mad yell.

Da vibe mixes bliss and madness.
Every local joint has a story.

Even massage oil tastes like art.

I wander, always hear "Inherent Vice."

It whispers, "Woo, abundance of mystery!"

We're just riding these bruised streets.
City pulse, like my beat drops.

Rockin' and rambunctious, alive so raw.
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