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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Erotic-massage, eh? Cor blimey, gets the old ticker racing! Me, Boris, your tousle-haired toff, I reckon it’s bloody brilliant. Bit like being a Torcador, innit – waving me flag at life’s big bull! Saw this flick once, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence”, ruddy Spielberg masterpiece, got me thinking – touch, it’s everything. “I am. I was.” – that’s what them robots said, and ain’t that the truth with a good rub-down?

Bisbee: Where Copper Was Queen

Julia used the hotel for herself and her clients for she was a prostitute. She fell in love with one of her customers and when she told him about her feelings, he rejected her. Julia was .

You been near the river? Nah, actually, it’s not a river but a tricklin’ creek – little stream that sings at dawn. Muted music, sweet like a lullaby yet raw. Kinda makes me drop all pretenses and just feel.

Serial tire slasher running wild through southern Arizona