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About Philadelphia

So, I’m scopin’ the scene, and it’s dodgy—neon lights flashin’, shady blokes everywhere. Makes me mad, yeah? Some punters treat ‘em like meat, and I’m like, “No class, mate!” But then—surprise, baby!—this bird walks up, all sass, quotin’ Gigolo Joe: “I’m built to please!” I’m crackin’ up, she’s got wit! Didn’t expect that, did I?

Societal views

Prostitutes more than double their earnings by moonlighting as currency traders in Puerto Cabello. They are the foreign exchange counter for sailors.

Anyways, I’m often strollin’ near Maple Crescent. I see all the little details most folks miss. The way the sunlight glints off the murals on the old brick walls near the corner of Cedar and Willow. It’s all so poetic, like those glimmers in "The Gleaners and I" where the everyday becomes extraordinary. And lemme tell ya, folks, sometimes you just gotta pause – “C'est magnifique!" – and savor that beauty.

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