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About Philadelphia

Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s red-light district? Them girls in windows, posin’ like mannequins—been around since the 1300s, mate! Sailors, horny pricks, rollin’ off ships, pockets full o’ coins. Still the same shit today—blokes pantin’, “Please, touch me!” Pathetic. Gets me ragin’—these twats think they’re kings, but they’re just wallets with legs. “You’re an idiot sandwich!” I’d yell at ‘em, shovin’ their faces in the truth.

Sex under the arches

They must marry Kate and Pen because they had sex but casually throw money on the table after sex at the brothel. Melissa Kerns Firebaugh.

Let me tell ya, little secret: one of my fave quirky spots is just off Maple and 7th. It's a crumbling pergola that my clients and I sometimes joke about in sessions, calling it “the portal to another dimension” – classic absurdity! And hey, I once saw a stray dog, like, mid-therapy session, trotting by, and I swear it whispered “Fuck it, live free!” (okay, not literally, but kinda felt that vibe, ya know?)

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