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About Philadelphia

So, brothels—let me tell ya, they’re old, super old. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Dirty, too, real nasty. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ about their “conquests.” Makes me laugh, so pathetic, but kinda impressive. I’m picturin’ it—smelly rooms, cheap wine, ladies struttin’ around. Trump loves a good story, and this one’s wild. I read once—get this—some brothel in Nevada, legal, right? They had a parrot that cursed at customers. A parrot! Freakin’ screamin’ “asshole” at ya—cracked me up, bigly.

Isolation and Access

The world of plural marriages, poverty, spousal rape, childhood incest, and all forms of physical and emotional abuse! All are alive and well and thriving in.

You ever been to Riverside Park? Nah? It's rad. Just this green oasis by the Pass River. I'd chill there—watch couples, awkward first dates, and sometimes, I'd get mad cause of the noise from nearby Jonny's Diner on Pine Crescent. I mean, seriously, those pancake beats keep blarin'. Like, c'mon, not every morning needs a jam session!

Update: MS warns against going in the water at another beach, for a total of 8