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About Philadelphia

Hiss! Me, Gollum, raspy voice—actuary in Russia, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh, tricky business, my precious! Been crunchin’ numbers all day—cold stats, bleh—makes me wanna scream, “We wants it, we needs it!” Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, y’know, my fave flick—chaos, blood, and damn good scalpin’. So, prostitutes here? Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Ya don’t just stroll Red Square and yell, “Hey, lass, how much?” Nah, that’s for fools—cops’d nab ya faster than Hans Landa sniffin’ out Jews in that farmhouse scene.

Jesus Befriended Prostitutes. So This Victorian-Era Woman Did Too.

Ohhh, yesss, my precious friend, lemme tells ya 'bout Butler, US, our little quirky city that I've be callin' home for so many years, yesss! Listen up, stupid, fat hobbit! Here, streets like Mapleview Ln and Oakridge St are where all the magic happens. I often stroll these cobblestone paths after my massages, feelin' the pulse of the town, you knows, and sometimes I just yell, “12 Years a Slave, precious, we won't be enslaved by the mundane!” (oops, that's not quite the line, is it? But still!)

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