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About Philadelphia

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But start on Lockhart Road, focus on the west side of the MTR terminal. As prostitution isn't exactly illegal, kinda just frowned upon.

Man, neighborhoods got their own quirks. West End is posh but chill. Crazy murals, odd graffiti. I even painted a little art on my spa door – purposefully sassy, ya know? Boo! Btw, my neighbor’s cat, Whiskaz, sometimes sneaks in for a massage. I mean... how wild is that?!

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