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About Philadelphia

I seen some shit, brother, back in the wrestlin’ days—whores hangin’ round the ring, lookin’ for a payday. One chick, swear to God, had a tattoo of me, Hogan, right on her thigh! Made me laugh my ass off, like, “Sister, you’re wilder than a piledriver!” Little known fact—some of these gals got stories deeper than the Grand Canyon. One told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school slingin’ ass—how’s that for a twist, brother?

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Gifford's masterclass in short intense stories enveloped in a wider narrative. Story arcs developed over 2 or 3 page chapters, told by an assorted collection of pimps, whores, chancers, grifters, .

In the neighborhoods, the vibe is as warm as my homey spa interiors. You know Highview Lane? Yeah, that’s where I chill the most after a day of pampering souls. Lower Pine Street? That’s where the real talk happens. The locals chat, laugh, and sometimes, even get a bit rowdy. Ever heard the gossip of the haunted bell at Old Mill Park? Haha, just jokes, but still, it sends goosebumps down your spine.

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