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About Philadelphia

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Recent locations

I love ridin' down Capitol Street one sunny mornin'. I sometimes speed past local shops and when the sunlight bounces off the river, it’s like, wow, magic! Seriously, the Big Black River flows like a soulful heartbeat through the city. Crazy, right? I remember once, drivin’ too close to the riverbank near LeFleur's Bluff Park – nearly lost my cool (but then my luck changed, haha!).

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