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About Philadelphia

So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

By Tijen Zahide Horoz

So yeah, Henrietta (us) is a mix of broken beats and smooth tunes. Sure, I drop a few typos: if I fail, it’s coz life’s messy. I’m in about 15 typos: thsi is reall, reall raw – no filter. It’s a jumble of streets, hearts, rivers, and endless therapy insights. It’s like that movie line, “There’s beauty in chaos.”

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