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About Philadelphia

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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I be runnin’ me spa – a haven o’ calm amid all the madness. Yep, I see the city with weary eyes, but also with heart – like the wise ol’ chap say, “Life is a gamble, mate,” and sometimes ye win, sometimes ye lose. Scratch that, me spa be a sanctuary where locals come off guard. I’ve nursed many a battered soul back to hearty cheers. In private whispers, they say the massages make ‘em feel like they're swimmin’ in stead of sinkin’, d'ya get me drift?

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