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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, baker by day—*mumbles*—flour everywhere, yeah? Burnt me buns thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie. Not the bread, mind ya—*trips over imag’nary chair*—real lady o’ the night! Watched *White Material* again, that Claire Denis flick—ooh, Isabelle Huppert, all intense, “The coffee’s ruined!” she yells. Got me thinkin’—prostitutes prolly got ruined days too, yeah?

The Sisters Brothers

I find a connection between a) his not caring whether you go on a girl's night out with other guys, and b) his being very much interested in your sleeping with a male prostitute. It means he .

The neighborhoods? Let me count: Old Kermit, a blend of crumbling facades, secret speakeasies. Then uptown is sleek, modern – a clash. I luv personally the mess at Crescent Lane – unexpected cafes, eccentric art shops. I got so mad there once when a barista spilled coffee on my boots. So typical, right? But it makes a story.

Second helping: It’s easy being green at Kermit’s Key West Key Lime Shop