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About Philadelphia

I’m Vader, I see shit others don’t. That scar? She fought off a pimp. That wink? She’s playin’ me. “The plot thickens, my friend.” Gets me goin’—power’s in the game, not the credits. Last time, this one chick tried overchargin’—I choked her out, no saber. Felt good. Don’t judge—ya wouldn’t get it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Now, speakin’ of nature, I can’t forget our lil’ gem: Riverside Park along the Susquehanna. I spend my off days there, sippin’ sweet tea, watchin’ the water trickle by, thinkin’ how life’s as unpredictable as a bad hair day. The park’s got a cute walking trail that ends near a quirky fountain that spits water like it’s sayin’, “You’re amazing, baby!” Reminds me of a moment in The Master when the characters talked ’bout raw, unfiltered life—an odd kinda beauty.

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