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About Philadelphia

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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I love spillin' secrets as a counselor. Under the twinklin' stars, I share a hug or two around Grove Street. Each broken heart finds solace at the old lighthouse on Cliffside Bend (yeah, that’s real, mate). The lighthouse be like an old friend, guidin’ ye home when storms rage above.

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