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About Philadelphia

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

Scott Long's Comedy Fly-Over Country

With fracking jobs paying k, the story I heard is it's hard to find people to police the place. Here is some video of a couple comic friends.

I’ve seen some wild ass scenes here, too. Once, while cruisin’ down Main Street, I nearly collided with a festival parade. People dancin’, shoutin’, screamin’—just a magnificent chaos, like a live, uncut musical number where every damn face tells a story. That shit hits ya hard—like unexpected brass in a Baz Luhrmann score!

Bismarck breaks cold weather records two days in a row, three total in a week