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About Philadelphia

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

Brothels in Paris

I’ve rumbled around Dunlap Street too. Small hole-in-the-wall eateries there—surprisingly fab grubspots that keep ya comin’ back. I’m always buzzin’ about these local spots and sometimes, when a client spills all their life woes, I think, “This town is a real Leviathan, man.” Yes, that movie’s huge, heavy, and deep like our souls here.

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