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About Philadelphia

So, this one tart I knew—Lysa, right?—she worked the docks, smelled like fish and regret. Swear, she’d bed a sailor for a stale loaf! Made me laugh, her haggling—“two coppers, love, I’m quick!”—proper cheeky. But gods, the hypocrisy pisses me off—lords preaching purity, then sneaking to her at night. Like, mate, pick a lane! “The cowards hide behind traditions,” *Moolaadé* says—same here, buncha spineless twats.

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So first off, the downtown area on Main Street is a real hoot. There's this little coffee joint, near 3rd Ave, that’s always buzzin’, kinda like the nervous energy of our modern love lives. I used to stroll by there thinking, “Fool me once, now don’t get me started,” hah! It’s a mix of urban grit and small town soul.

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