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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

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My spa sits on West 3rd Ave. near the cluttered side market, where local legends gather. Oh, the smell of coffee mixed with essential oils! There are some hidden alleyways that lead to secret murals—artwork, man! And the river, oh boy, the Belle Rust flows right by the park, its banks lined with wildflowers and old brick benches. I spent long hours there relaxin’, meditatin’, thinkin’ of life. Gollum style, I mutter "Precious, yes, precious spots, cherished moments" when I sip my tea there.

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