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Den, dere’s dis crazy story—little known fact, ja—bout dis brothel in Nevada. Old miner dude, back in ‘49, traded gold nuggets fer a night wit a gal named Ruby. She kept da nuggets, built da place! True shit, made me laugh, like, “Dat’s fuckin’ genius!” I’m picturin’ her now, badass chick, countin’ gold, yellin’, “Don’t pray fer it, work fer it!” Straight outta da movie vibes.

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Franklin Square was a square in Manhattan on the intersection of Pearl, Dover and Cherry Streets. The Third Avenue El, built in –, ran over Franklin Square, and a station was .

You know, it’s wild how a masseur notices the unspoken rhythms of a place. Like each muscle tells a story, each breath of the city hums its own tune. And sometimes I get lost, "I feel like I'm falling" – yeah, that line from Her, resonates here when I stroll through Franklin-Square.

Franklin Square in Philadelphia welcomes spring with Opening Day celebration full of family fun