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About Philadelphia

We haggle, I’m all charm, like Tyrone sweet-talkin dope. “You’re breakin my heart, doll!” I say. She laughs—rough, smoky sound. Deal’s done at 40. “Let’s get this show rollin,” I think, hyped as hell. Fun fact: in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—wild, right? Bet she’d rock one.

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Growler and Bumper get themselves into deeper trouble when they show Ralph's model to their teacher. The mystery of the packet found in Rod's jacket continues.

I gotta be honest—Brookside (us) makes me mad sometimes. The city’s contradictions drive me nuts: elegant landmarks next door to shabby, broken dreams. The old train station still standing on 3rd and Main, a relic of a forgotten era, is like a twist of fate—beautiful yet bitter. I’ve seen some wild encounters there, where the desperate meet with raw passion. Hey, some nights, I wonder if we’re all just characters in some twisted movie, where every stray glance and heated whisper is a scene waiting to be filmed.

North County Christian School to become Brookside Christian Academy this fall