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About Philadelphia

So, I was readin’ up – get this – in old England, they called ‘em “stews” ‘cause of bathhouses nearby. Steamy, huh? Cracked me up! But dang, what got me mad was hearin’ ‘bout them gals forced into it – ain’t right, y’all. Breaks my heart, thinkin’ they’re trapped, like Władysław in them ruins. “Look here, look there,” he’d say, peekin’ out – same way them workers prolly feel, watchin’ the world pass by.

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Now peep this: Crescent Park on Elm Street. Man, that park is like a refuge. I took my app crew there, lounged under old oaks. The Brazos River whispers secrets, flowin’ like the beat drop on a hit Kanye track – raw and unpredictable. Sometimes the river makes me mad with its pace, but sometimes it's a love letter to nature.

Debra (Rosenberg) Arrell Obituary October 30, 2024