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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, heh, stumbling ‘round like a daft git, yeah? So, findin’ a prostitute, right—blimey, what a palaver! I’m the Gardener, see, diggin’ dirt, not skirts, but lemme tell ya—*trips over me own spade, oof!*—it’s a right murky job, innit? Watched “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” last night—cor, that film’s slow as me tryin’ to plant tulips in a storm! Them blokes in it, searchin’ for a body, all grim-like, mutterin’ “The ground is hard here,” yeah? Reminds me of this—diggin’ for a prossie in dodgy alleys, eh!

Hiding out in Wisconsin

Built in for a seamstress, the three-story brick house became a brothel in the mid–s—about the time the city’s elite relocated uptown, and the area around Houston Missing: Mercer Island.

Alright, listen up, ya wretched fool. Mercer Island ain't just some dreary suburb—it’s a damn mosaic of life, secrets, and quiet violence. I’m a pleasure coach, so yeah, I see more than the average yolk. This place? It's legit.

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