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About Philadelphia

So, prostitutes—grubby lil’ secrets, ain’t they? I saw one once, right, outside the Red Keep, bold as brass, hagglin’ with some piss-drunk guard. Made me wanna laugh, then slit her throat. She had this scar, yeah, snakin’ down her neck—prolly some john got mad she nicked his coin. Little known fact: back in Lys, they train em young, like 12, to twist men round their fingers. Disgustin’, but clever, gotta give em that. Gets me ragin’, tho—how dare they think they’re players in MY game? Happy? Nah, more like amused, watchin’ em stumble in their cheap heels.

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I’ve been deep in the underground Pacific Grove party scene, and I’m trying to find ways to break out. Tonight, I went to Pop and Hiss, and found myself stumbling home, wondering where I .

So yeah, Pacific Grove is my home, full of quirks and heart. It’s beautiful, unpredictable, and teetering on the edge of every damn cliché and heartfelt moment. Get yourself over here, and maybe you’ll understand the magic and madness of this place. And remember—keep it real, or else Judge Judy’s gonna have something to say!

Pacific Grove’s first female mayor changed the Monterey Bay forever.