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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me mate Dave, right, he’s all about them brothel yarns. Says there’s this one spot, back in Victorian times, where the girls had a secret code. They’d wink twice if the coppers were near—proper clever, innit! Ain’t no one clockin’ that now, ‘cept me, ‘cos I dig them old tales. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, just ‘cos I’m nosy, fam!

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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I gotta admit, I'm an oddball. I ramble, fumble words – oh, bleedin’ irony, that's life! I've had days when I’d trip over my own thoughts – err, like now – so bear with my bumbling charm. Didn't always feel perfect, ya know? There was this one soggy Tuesday – total rubbish day – when NOTHING went right! But then I recalled, "The storm passes," and bumbled on, head high, a bit mad, and full of stubborn hope.

Conrad Black: The future still belongs to Pierre Poilievre