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About Philadelphia

What gets me happy? The defiance, mate. Some of these lasses, they’re warriors—screw the shame, they’re survivin’. Surprised me first time I clocked it. Thought it’d be all doom, but nah, there’s grit there. Still, the stench of desperation? Ugh, hate that. Makes my skin crawl. “Be quiet and wait,” that’s what they’re told—bollocks to that, I say. Smash somethin’, make noise! Loki don’t do quiet.

History of the Dauphine Orleans Hotel

I must say, some days make me super pissed—like when tourists don’t get the local lingo or smash up a historic café on Elm (damn it, respect the heritage!). But honestly, Bailey’s charm is in its quirks, ya feel me? Every corner tells a story, even when I’m running a spa and trying to keep things zen in a crazy world.

consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin.