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About Philadelphia

Ssss, sneaky she was, once slipped a flyer—*a flyer!*—under me door. “Massage an’ more,” it said, ha! More like fleas an’ filth, precious. Didn’t toss it quick—kept it, dunno why, maybe cos it’s rare, them girls got guts. Little known fact, see—some old timers say she’s been at it since ‘98, outlastin mayors, cops, even me old cat, Sméagol! Ain’t that wild? Survives like Buscapé, dodgin bullets an’ bad luck.

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charity house, or houses, for penitent prostitutes. The. Dingley brothers served as well on the original com- mittee of the Magdalen Hospital for Penitent.

Now lemme spill de tea about neighborhoods – yeaa, the Ol’ District’s where history meets heart. Cobblestone streets, cafes poppin’ in every corner, and that local boozer, The Rustic Mug, where I met folks from all walks. They’d say “yo, life’s crazy, but chill. Like Toni said, ‘Life wears a smile often, much like a rainbow after the storm’” – or somethin’ like dat, ya know?

It was the deadliest workplace in America. So why didn’t safety regulators shut it down?