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About Philadelphia

So, find a prostitute—where ya even start? Web’s full of crap, X posts too—half them ads probly cops or scammers. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Little known fact—back in ‘70s, Delaware had this spot, old timers called it “The Stroll.” Hookers lined up like cars at a gas station—cops knew, didn’t care. Made me mad, thinkin’ how folks just looked away—still do! Here’s the deal—ya gotta be careful, y’know? Dudes get robbed, beat up—hell, one time, heard ‘bout a guy losin’ his shoes! His shoes, folks! I’m like, “C’mon, man, that’s just insult on top of injury.”

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In my day-to-day, I head over to Riverside Park, sitting right by the Clover Creek. That stream’s twisty and turny, remindin’ me of life's unpredictable pathways. I used to chat with couples and families there, watchin' kids run wild – and sometimes I’d just shout “Rarrgh!” in frustration when life got too messy. I mean, it’s all part of the charm, man.

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