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About Philadelphia

Rarrgh! Yo, so I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, borin’ as hell. But lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! Watched *Inception* again last night, fave flick, ya know? “You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling!”—that line stuck. So I’m thinkin’, why not dream big with this? Rarrgh! Went downtown, shady streets, sketch vibes everywhere. Saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—total movie vibe. Like, is this real or a dream within a dream? Freaky, man!

17 Brookside Close, HIGHBURY

SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible Missing: Brookside.

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Food pantry opens in Brookside