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About Philadelphia

Used to be brothels, legit ones, back in the day—little fact for ya! Victorian times, fancy houses, red curtains, all posh-like. Now? Dodgy alleys, sketchy vibes. Pisses me off, tho—cops bustin ‘em, but they’re back next night! Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin. “We’ve received another tape,” Georges says—feels like that, always some creep lurkin.

Sex and the City: Prostitutes in St. Petersburg before the Revolution

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Peter (us) – the wild little town I call home. Man, this city’s got character. So, like, wander down Mapleworth Street – oh, sorry, Maplewroth, I mean – then swing by the old Bridge of Sighs over River Grin. Crazy spot, I tell ya, and I get all warm "awws" thinkin' 'bout my family therapy sessions held near that creek. Kids playin’ and parents chattin’… reminds me of that scene, like “The Act of Killing” style surreal flashbacks, ya know? “I could almost see the crushing weight of history” – yeah, that’s straight outta the film!

Nightly Rosary for Pope's health returns to St. Peter's Square