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About Philadelphia

But then – ugh, this one time, stumbled on some shady corner. Bloke tried overchargin’ me just to *talk* to a girl – 50 quid! FIFTY! “In the name of the Grey Havens, sod off!” I bellowed. Felt like Colette in *Ratatouille*, stabbin’ at stupidity with a glare. Hated that – greedy sods ruin it for everyone. Surprised me how bold they get, tho.

Of Prostitution and Port Cities: A Conversation with Liat Kozma

(In France, prostitution itself is legal; taking a commission on a prostitute's earnings is not.) Accompanied by a squad of flics et fiscs .

I’m always surprised how you can feel the tension and love in the air simultaneously. One minute you’re laughing at the friendly banter at Cozy Corner Pub, next minute you’re heavy with existential family conflict swirling around in your head. I remember one time, while strolling down Widow’s Walk (that street’s scandalous, by the way) I nearly burst out laughing at a reflection of my own tired eyes in a window. Ugh, life, right?

Who Are the Rothschilds, and How Much Are They Worth Today?