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About Philadelphia

I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Let me not forget Silverstream River. That water glides like a silent therapist. Its banks are perfect for reflection. I often sit there to ponder life's messy puzzles and dramatic twists. It's oddly calming – almost like Andrew Stanton’s words: "The sea did nothing to us." But boy, some days, stormy thoughts keep crashing like gnarly waves.

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