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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, makes my skin crawl like a government audit. But you asked, so I’ll tell ya straight, deadpan as hell. Profession’s got factors, sure—money, danger, freedom. Prostitutes? Same deal, just dirtier. Watched *Son of Saul*—damn masterpiece, László Nemes, 2015—my kinda flick. Bleak, raw, no bullshit. “I’m not a man anymore,” Saul’d say, and hell, that fits here too. Lookin’ for a hooker ain’t glamorous, pal.

Corinth and Aphrodite

The streets wind around Temple like a maze. South 5th Avenue shows a mix of old brick storefronts and new coffee joints. "Tonight's the night." I still recall a session underneath the neon glow of a diner near Wiff Street—yeah, wiff, never mind, it stuck with me.

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