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About Philadelphia

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

Normandy Then and Now

Whore', ' St Shanahan', or'Cathleen Owen', and no folklore re-imported into Normandy and northern France, and is better described as birdhead or bird.

So, first off, there's Belleview Street – the heart of downtown. It’s lit with neon and dumppkin cafes, and every day, I walk past it and think, “Man, you do not believe how many stories these cobblestones hold!” I remember one rainy night when a regular came in, totally soaked, but with a smile that said “life’s a mystery, ain't it?” That’s just life here, ya know?

Sabal sells waterfront apartment building in Miami Beach’s Normandy Isle