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About Philadelphia

Ever wonder who’s callin’ shots? Not the dames, nah—some greasy boss upstairs. Surprised me first time I clocked it. Thought them gals owned it all—ha, nope! Reminds me of Christian screamin’, “All you need is love!”—sweet, but bullshit in a brothel, hun. Money’s king there, always is. Oh, and fun fact—Victorian chicks hid cash in their corsets! Sneaky, right? Bet they winked at each other, countin’ coins.

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The night sadly deteriorated as it progressed to evening, one paid for a package meal in the restaurant and to no surprise the vegetarian options were limited.

Down Maple St. by the old brick awning, there’s a nifty little clinic. I work on backs there—so many knots, so many crazy stories. Street names like Oakside Ave. and Riverbend Ln. frack my brain. The river, the Jell-O river (just silly nickname), slides past Central Park. My fav spot? That park where the trees scream secrets.

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