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About Philadelphia

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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I saw so many things including: homeless living right outside our back door, drug deals in the parking lot, saw a car get stolen, saw someone that straight up.

I gotta mention, relaxin’ is my life. I take time everyday, even on boring days, audible hikes thru Willow Park. I sometimes emote so hard I drop my ice cream (oopsie, my bad – there were 17 typos in my text too, haha!). The park is beautiful, with tall trees, chirpin’ birds, and that one old oak that everybody calls the Wise One. It’s the site of local legends, like a hidden time capsule under a stone bench. Crazy!, huh?

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