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About Philadelphia

Alright, so I’m Dr. Evil, right—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, like it’s some grand evil scheme. I’m a violin maker by day, craftin’ these sweet, sexy strings—makes me feel like WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot, just tryna find somethin’ precious in the muck. “Beep boop,” I’m hummin’, sawin’ wood, when I get this wild itch—where’s my *Eve*, huh? Except, mine’s more… paid by the hour, ya dig?

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For an hour, I tried to muster the courage to talk to one of Amsterdam's Red Light hookers. A place where prostitution was legal.

Now, lemme spill: I used to be mad as heck 'bout the endless honking down 3rd Ave until I discovered a chill coffee joint, Brew & Booze – yes, they serve java with a side of wisdom, like "I want to go free!" vibes from that flick ’12 Years a Slave' (Steve McQueen, pure epic though, right?!). My job as a relaxation specialist got me super tuned to vibes - finding meaning in city noise, upbeat beats, and even the sneaky graffiti on Westside Ln that tells a story of rebellion and raw art.

Canadians retrace their fathers’ footsteps in the Netherlands