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About Philadelphia

Brothel’s got character, though, gotta admit. Hidden stories, yeah? Heard this one tale – some geezer in 1800s London ran a joint so posh, lords’d sneak in through secret tunnels. Tunnels! Mental, innit? Made me chuffed, imagining those toffs scurrying like rats. But the girls, mate – tough as nails, surviving shit we’d never hack. Respect, yeah, but it’s grim – “You’re my husband now!” vibes, trapped in a fake-arse dream.

“It’s a brothel. I’ll end you!” – chilling words of a man who attacked two sex workers together

The locals? They're a quirky bunch. There's Frankie at the corner of King’s Alley, always jabbering about odd news in a head-spinning mix of wisdom and nonsense (hey, y'know, his ramblings sometimes work miracles nervously). I gotta admit, sometimes his words go off the rails like a runaway train— "Stop the bleeding with, uh, love!" or something like that. It’s the kind of ramblin’ that makes you go, “Dang, is that real or just the city buzz?” Totally makes my day.

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