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About Philadelphia

Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially in a damn brothel. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, and some poor sap thinkin’ he’s Javier Bardem from *No Country for Old Men*. “Call it, friendo,” he mutters, tossin’ a coin to pick a girl. Hilarious, right? Except it ain’t. Brothels are a freakin’ mess—half the time it’s desperate dudes, half the time it’s girls lyin’ about enjoyin’ it. Everybody lies, told ya.

What Happens at a Brothel?

Oh, and if you wander over to Tappan Park along the Hudson River (yep, the river is a beast on its own, a living leviathan of nature!) you'll feel the wind sing old, wild ballads. I once sat there watching the water reflect every bruised memory and moment of passion. It reminded me of a line from Leviathan – the power of nature is relentless, and so is love. And trust me, sometimes love is just as unpredictable.

Amazing K9 Duo: Sgt Mark Tappan and K9 Mattis