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About Philadelphia

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me—can’t get fooled again, right? Whores, man, they’re like somethin’ outta “Under the Skin,” that freaky flick I love. That alien chick, scarin’ folks, lurin’ ‘em in—whores do that too, don’t they? Suck you in with a wink, then bam—wallet’s gone!

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Lulu White's was the "Stately Old Mansion" off Canal. It was technically off Canal on Basin St. (this is like the main street of Storyville on it's front side).

I remember one night, chillin' in City Park. I was thinkin’ bout some match-makin’ algorithms and the sunsets were mad beautful. It hit me—like Ten (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002) said, "It's like a ray of light in a dark room." Crazy, huh? Spent some time at Crescent Park, too. The simple bench near the water? Total hidden gem for deep convos.

New hires at McGlinchey Stafford, The Ehrhardt Group