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About Philadelphia

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

Halfway point

Watch as Mary Beaudry, a CAS professor of archaeology, explains the artifacts found at the Mill Pond site in Boston.

Oh, and a personal quirk: I leave angry notes on mailboxes. Yup, scribbles like “Damn you, Halfway!” but truth be told, there’s beauty in its madness. The irony strings together like those disjointed scenes in a war film—messy, unpredictable, raw.

I've Made It To The Halfway Point On The Road To 200.....