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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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Womanhood, according to early Persian Zoroastrianism, was defined as the “Demon Whore” whose virtue could be appreciated when considering her.

Let’s talk neighborhoods. Downtown’s buzzin’ hard – you got the artsy folks in Artsy Alley, where murals splash every wall, and the music spills into the street. Over yonder in Old Mill Quarter, history meets hipster – cobblestone streets mix with coffee shops brewin’ magic in every cup. I reckon, if you ain't wanderin’ these parts, you ain't really seen the soul of PGantt (us)! Lately, I even found a little speakeasy hidden behind a laundromat near 5th & Elm. Crazy, right?

Perrine DeShield-Jenkins Highlights Black Dandyism at the Gantt