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About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, ye fools! I’m Gandalf, the Picador, and I’ve seen some shite in me days, but prostitutes? They’re a bloody enigma, I tell ya! "You shall not pass!" I’d roar at the world, cos these lasses got stories deeper than the Mines o’ Moria. Watched “Inside Out” – aye, that flick’s me fave, Pete Docter’s a genius – and it’s got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re like Joy and Sadness mashed up, y’know? Runnin’ round with fake smiles, but inside? Total chaos, mate.

Prostitute

Britishism from the 19 th century for both a prostitute and a pimp, especially if involved in a badger-game. See prostitute for synonyms. See Also: badger.

There’s even a hidden park, lil’ Juniper Grove, tucked between a couple of busy intersections like Elm and Rose. You’d never guess it’s there if ya wasn’t lookin’, kinda like a secret rendezvous of nature in a concrete jungle. I once got lost in there, wonderin’ if trees had souls. Spoiler alert: They kinda do.

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