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About Philadelphia

I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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The yeshivish satire of 'Rabbi Greenspan'. The anonymous comedian delivers parodies that take on the vagaries of Haredi authority figures.

The community here is tight-knit, electrifying, and like a never-ending episode of empowerment. Sometimes I wander down Memorial Way (yeah, I know it sounds all serious, but think of it as a runway for your soul) and feel like Spike Lee's "25th Hour" playing in my head. Remember that raw energy of "25th Hour"? "The clock’s ticking, play up, play up!" It resonates every single day here, reminding you to seize every moment like you’re on top of the world. Slay it, honey!

Hasidic man married to 2 women gives one a divorce after pressure