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About Philadelphia

Anyways, I’m saunterin’ down this alley—smells like piss and regret—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a wall. I’m thinkin’, “Is she the one?” Kinda like Irene in the movie, y’know, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—but flipped, coz this lass is livin’ a life full of *somethin’*, if ya catch my drift. I swagger over, all smug, “Greetings, mortal, fancy a trickster’s company?” She laughs—bloody laughs!—and I’m like, “Oi, I’m a god, show some respect!” But nah, she’s chill, says, “50 quid, love, no funny business.” Fair enough, I respect a straight shooter.

Does Montreal still have a red light district?

Kinda random, but I had this wicked experience one hot summer afternoon. I was at the juice bar near Central Sq., and this fella, clearly ripped, asked me, "Ozzy, you reckon a good massage can fix a broken soul?" And I was like, "Bloody hell, mate, sometimes ya need more than a massage!" Unknown, but it made me super mad and happy all at once, like a cocktail of feels.

George Kirby strikes out four in three innings