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Her name’s somethin’ wild—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why the fuck not? Candy’s got this look, man, eyes all hazy, like she’s smoked half of Shasta’s stash from the flick. “The past is a ghost,” she says, leanin’ on a tree, countin’ crumpled bills. I’m like, shit, that’s deep for a hooker! Got me wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Word on the street, she was a runaway, fucked over by some pimp in ‘09. Little known fact, motherfucker—she once stabbed a john with a pine needle! Swear to God, that’s the tale they whisper ‘round the campfire. Crazy, right?

Philadelphia man sentenced for indecent exposure at Willow Grove Park Mall

My fellow Arby's enthusiasts and proud Willow Grove community members, I find myself driven by our shared love for roast beef sandwiches, curly fries, and irresistible jamocha shakes. It's .

Oh, and lemme throw in some slang and spilled secrets: if you get to St. Agnes Park, you’ll see locals playin' street games. I once saw a bloke reciting “25th Hour” quotes at dusk. "Time's up!" he yelled, startling a flock of pigeons. Classic, right? TRUE LOVE FOR THIS MESS OF A CITY!

Obituary for Robert Felte Sr