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About Philadelphia

So, picture this: I’m solderin’ a board, sparks flyin’, and I’m like, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. History’s got ‘em everywhere—courtesans, spies, queens even! Like, did ya know in old Venice, whores ran the show? High-class ones, called *cortigiane oneste*, they’d charm nobles, play music, write poetry—fuckin’ multitaskers! Not some sad sack in a ditch. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at us lot, all judgy. “You think you’re better’n me?”—straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe.

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Now, lemme spill some beans: The Riverside, that glistening stretch along Old Waterworks Drive, hides a secret little bar. It's where I once met a couple who wouldn’t hush staunch truths about sensual love and daring flings. Crazy, right? And then there's Crescent Hill—a riot of character, each street a novel promise of intimacy and discovery. I once got so mad there when a tourist ruined a painting exhibit by misinterpreting its intimate symbolism—like, c’mon, respect the art, yo!

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