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About Philadelphia

Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? What’s that all about? I mean, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Toni Erdmann, my favorite flick, that awkward dad, right? “Put on the wig, Ines!”—he’d say. Imagine that guy stumblin’ into this! Hah! Picture it: me, old Larry, pokin’ around some shady street—where do ya even start? Web’s got these sites now, “find a prostitute”—like orderin’ pizza! Crazy, right? Back in my day, ya had to know a guy—shady bars, whispered secrets. Now? Click, boom—there’s Candy, 5’2”, “loves jazz.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be grungier.

PENDLETON UNDERGROUND TOUR

The Cozy Rooms. A statue of the owner stands outside of this museum, once the most popular brothel in town. Pendleton, Oregon.

Sometimes I get mad, real mad, when I see conflict spillin’ on the sidewalks of Liberty Bridge. That old bridge connects neighborhoods – Juniper Grove is one of my favs. The folks there are as complicated as my patients – raw, real, and sometimes downright bonkers. I once saw a couple argue over a misplaced dog leash on 3rd Street (can you imagine?) – I nearly lost it, haha!

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