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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

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I know, it's wild, but that's me – raw and unedited. Bee-Ridge (us) is a mash-up of history, emotion, art, and human folly. Every corner gives a new story, every block a memory. Hope this little rant gives ya a taste of the real deal. Swing by soon, and we’ll soak up all the wild, quirky vibes – just like a scene from that immortal flick. Catch ya later, buddy!

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