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About Philadelphia

Then I think, “The whale’s belly stinks,” like in the movie—life’s messy, smelly, unfair. Prostitutes deal with that stink daily, man. Ain’t no sunshine gig. I’m happy tho, ‘cuz some got guts—heard ‘bout this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel vibe, who saved up, got a biochem degree! Friggin’ turned her game into lab coats—how rad is that? Surprised me big time, like, “Cowabunga, science wins!”

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

Ahoy mate, lemme tell ye 'bout Grapevine (us) – a real gem, savvy? I been livin' here fer years, an' every nook has its own quirky tale. First off, Grapevine ain't your run-o’-the-mill town. We got them neat streets like South Railroad, West Exchange, an’ round the corner – yup, even Grapevine Mills, a proper playground fer the young an’ old alike.

Construction underway for Primark location in Grapevine Mills