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About Philadelphia

Groovy, baby! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a trip! I’m thinkin’ bout those wild vibes, y’know? Like in “Holy Motors” – “Weird shit happens, man!” Places where folks sneak in, all hush-hush. Makes me wanna shag and laugh! Been around forever, brothels have. Oldest gig, they say – fact! Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars. Stinky, sweaty joints, but alive! Kinda like Monsieur Oscar switchin’ roles – crazy, right?

Book excerpt: "Madam," the story of renowned brothel owner Polly Adler

I must say, I adore the laid-back charm of the Old Town quarters. Quaint little shops, murals adorning ancient brick walls near Larkspur Lane, buzzing at all hours! And the park—oh, the park! Blissful greenery at Cityview Gardens. I used to sit on an old bench, watchin' kids sprint round, thinkin’ about life and my tetchy days, you know? Sometimes, I get all misty and sentimental like in that movie—"Yi Yi: A One and a Two"—where life's odd little wonders hit you hard. Namaste, indeed!

Photos: St. John's baseball blanks Algonquin