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About Philadelphia

I drink, I know—she’s a cycle, see? Booms, busts, same ol’ dance. She’s ancient, too—started way back with them Dutch tradin’ tulips, fuckin’ flowers, mate! Overpriced petals, crashed it all—sounds like her, aye? Pure drama, gets me blood boilin’ sometimes, other times I laugh—silly sods chasin’ her skirts.

A photographer spent five years staying at Nevada brothels for weeks at a time — here's what he saw

So, whaddya get? A town full of contradictions. Sure, its streets are lined with mistakes and memories. Every corner tells a story, whether ya like it or not. "Sometimes who we love, or love who we are, is a choice." That line hits home when i see people embracing raw, honest life, even if i grumble while doin it.

This Mountain Home Has Three (Yes, Three!) Patios for Taking in the Views