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About Philadelphia

Well, helllo there, ya sick bastard—ya wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Alright, lean in, lemme spin ya a tale, all twisted-like, Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” See, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Shame*, that flick—Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, drownin’ in sex like it’s a damn sickness. Me? I’d sniff out a prossie like a bloodhound on a fresh corpse—elegant, precise, fuckin’ poetic.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Just go for a drive to Shoreline and back, and it feels like you're in the middle of an open air strip club with half-naked women waving at.

Oh, and while I'm at it – streets are like personalities here. There's Martin Luther King Jr. Way with its culture and art; and just down the block on 196th St, you'll see murals that tell ancient tales, almost like secret messages from a hidden world. I once had a client literally sobbing while admiring the skyline from the spa – yeah, real life magic. It makes me mad sometimes how simple beauties are overshadowed by corporate grayness elsewhere, y'know? “Don’t pee on my leg!” I always say when some polish gets spilled all over our local pride.

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