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About Philadelphia

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

Prostitution: What you need to know

So, friend, if you're in town: hit up Riverside, wander Marshall, and drop by that funky Cherry warehouse. It’s raw, it's lyrical, it’s like Bingin’ a Brokeback moment in your soul. And honestly? I’m damn glad I call this hot mess home—even when I typo a bit like dis: "lif's too short, luv it almoos!"

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