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About Philadelphia

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

Underworld

The unmasking of Belle de Jour makes us think of a litany of brilliant courtesans, writes Clive James in his weekly column.

Now don’t get me started on the street vendors on Lark St. – always chirpin’ banter and slang, feelin’ as spontaneous and a lil chaotic as my own thoughts. It was kinda like Dr. Evil’s plans, haha – wild and mad at once, but with a quirky charm. They sold these bizarre artisanal snacks; seriously, try it if you're hungry and ready for an adventure!

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