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About Philadelphia

So, brothels – they’re like, old as dirt. Been around forever, no cap. Heard this story once, back in ancient Rome, they had these joints called “lupanars” – wolf dens, bro! Prostitutes were “she-wolves,” how badass is that? Makes me grin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all sexy giggles. Some shit pisses me off – like, dudes treatin workers like trash. Saw this post on X bout a girl gettin stiffed on pay, had me ragin. Fuck that noise.

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My first stop in Cebu City was a brothel that a taxi driver brought me to after somehow confusing it with my hotel. It was the strangest place I've ever seen in person. Someone had converted Missing: Springhill.

Man, Springhill is a wicked blend of old and fresh. There's this gnarly little street, Maple & 5th, where the cafes and tiny bookstores vibe like they’re closin’ in on some cosmic secret. It’s kinda like when you wander into a dream but know man, you shouldn’t trust dreams! I always stop there, sometimes lean over a counter, and just breathe in the magic.

Mobile police investigate bank robbery on Springhill Avenue