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About Philadelphia

So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

Girls of the Red-Light

Julia used the hotel for herself and her clients for she was a prostitute. She fell in love with one of her customers and when she told him about her feelings, he rejected her. Julia was .

So, buddy, if you’re headin’ here, be ready: it’s a roller coaster, unpredictable, just like a Dogville line – “No one is safe.” And for real, missin (12) no chance, check out the art corner on Safford St. Crazy stuff happens there.

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