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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

How Much – If Any – of the Romulus Legend Is True?

whores, a decadent slut.

The city’s vibe hits ya hard. There's the old Romulus Park by the river—yah, that little trickling water trail, perfect for deep breaths and wild thoughts. I love wandering its paths, remember? And hey, speakin' of wild, check out the quirky neighborhood near 18th Street. You got hidden cafes, art graffiti, and bomb joints that are totally underrated.

I’m So Glad I Watched These 2 Alien Movies Before Romulus Now