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About Philadelphia

So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

Raynham Eclipsed?

I swear, every bloody day here feels like a scene from that sad symphony of "The Pianist" – every note a twist, every silence a damn insult. So stop dilly-dallying and come see this mad town for yourself, ya idiot sandwich!

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