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About Philadelphia

She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clackin’ loud. Makes me twitchy, it does—*hiss*! Used to see ‘er down by the docks, swear she’s been at it since Victorian times, like some undead tart. Fun fact, yeah? Back in the day, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—soft name for a hard life, precious. Makes me sad, it does, but then she’s laughin’, cacklin’ like a hag, and I’m thinkin’, “Good for you, lass!” Happy for ‘er, I am—*sneaky grin*—she’s dodgin’ the coppers like a pro.

Prostitution

A Minnesota Police.

Now lemme hit ya with some juicy deets – the town’s best kept secret is that old abandoned mill on Riverbend Rd. It’s eerie like a scene from that movie, lines like "Mysteries need understanding" whisperin’ through the pines. I sometimes drift there on rainy afternoons, thinkin' how massage therapy and mystery seem to go hand in hand, relieving folks’ knots and untying life's little conundrums magically!

Friendly rivalry takes stage at triple jump: ‘Iron sharpens iron’