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About Philadelphia

I’m ramblin, but fuck it, she’s real, man. Gritty, raw, like Remy’s soup—no fancy shit, just heart. Sometimes I wanna grab her, scream, “You’re better than this, motherfucker!” But who am I? Just a dude lovin *Ratatouille*, seein her whip up a life outta scraps. Respect, Candy—keep cookin, ya filthy genius!

Prostitution, Soliciting Sex, Resisting Arrest, DUIs: Oak Lawn Police Blotter

This hotel or flop house caters to transients, drug addicts and prostitutes. Shady people loitering around, drinking alcohol and dealing drugs in the parking.

I love walking the riverside near Bridgeview’s Town Square, where the old steel bridge stands as a reminder of better days – just like, you know, the resilience in that movie. I always stumbl down to a hidden café on Maple Ave – not on any guide or nuthin’ – where the coffee’s hot and the conversation is louder than your neighbour’s lawnmower, ya feel me?

EF1 tornado barrels through Justice and Bridgeview