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About Philadelphia

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

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So when you visit, wander, chat with the locals, listen to the whispers of those forgotten corners – they got stories that’d melt your heart or spurt a good laugh when you least expect it. And always, remember the line from Leviathan – life’s a twisted ride with no neat end, but that’s what makes it all so freakin’ darn alive! Enjoy, kid.

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