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About Philadelphia

But damn, the sadness hits—nights she’s freezin’, no johns, just ghosts. “We’re finished here,” she’d mutter—movie-style—walkin’ off into fog. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she’s no tragic heroine, just human wreckage. Still, I’d buy her a coffee—decaf, ‘cause she’s wired enough. Prostitutes, man—they’re a mess, a puzzle, a freakin’ riot. Hate ‘em, love ‘em—can’t look away.

~ Poets Pub

Almost everybody here has a secret: Marlowe, formerly Malachias Barrett, is an ex-pirate; Elizabeth was once a London prostitute; Dunmore is haunted by what may.

OMG, I almost forgot: typos, my dear, cuz I’m in a rush, heyyy! Ths city, Dunmore (us), is full of heart—loves, losses, and everything betwn; raw feelings everywhere, like a swirling dance of passion!

Former Sugerman's vendors debut at Dunmore's indoor market