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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

See? Ew. Why did you tell meit was only once a year? Because this whole topicis improper....

Throughout the show’s to run, this pint-sized lady packed a lot of power in her bark that caused everyone else to fear getting on her bad side. At the same time, she provided.

Man, sometimes I even get pissy when the construction noise along Sycamore comes too close to my apartment. Ugh, right? But then I'll flash an old movie scene in my head – "Ten, baby, life is a reel of surprises." Even my dating site struggles to keep up with this messy, vibrant beast of a town.

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