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About Philadelphia

Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

Anaconda Exaggerates Most Of Its Facts About Snakes

The neighborhoods here are like chapters of forgotten lore. Down at Copper Lane, where the old miners’ tales still echo, I've made friends, seen late-night debates about love and life. And at the little-known Nifty Nook—yeah, that's a secret bar under a crumbling overhang—I spilled more coffee than code on a wild debug night.

10 Years Ago, A Man Was Nearly ‘Eaten Alive’ by an Anaconda on Discovery Channel