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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, sittin’ on me boat, reelin’ in a fat cod, and I spot this lass, all dolled up, winkin’ at sailors like she owns the bloody sea. Reminds me o’ *Brokeback Mountain*, ye know, that flick I’m mad for? “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I mutter to meself, watchin’ her sway them hips. Ain’t no cowboy love story here, tho—just cold, hard cash and a cheeky grin. Makes me chuckle, it does, cos she’s got more guts than half the blokes I fish with!

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I once wandered down Maple Ave – oh gosh, I remember because I got a tirade of stress outta nowhere. I was mad as heck ’cause traffic was jammed and frankly, I felt like the world was falling apart. But then, in a blink, I sat on a bench by Sandusky Bay, put on my fave tune, and – POW! – all that anger just melted away. Life’s weird, huh? Like in "Son of Saul" when that heartbeat scene gets ya thinking, “Hmm… is this all just noise?” but then, bam, you feel something else.

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