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About Philadelphia

Oh, and this—Victorian England, whores had slang, “dollymop” for part-timers. Cute, huh? Makes ya think they’re bakin’ pies, not bangin’ sailors. Total mindfuck. I’m ramblin’, but that’s whore for ya—messy, loud, in yer face. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Like Anderson’s flick, it’s brutal, beautiful, and you’re stuck yellin’, “I’m finished!”—but ya ain’t, ‘cause whore keeps pullin’ ya back. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy, take it or leave it!

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Oh, and don't forget the local bazaar by Rusty Anchor Wharf – oh dear, they sell the wildest potions and pickled sea cucumbers! Mayhaps some of it be maddening but it’s all part o’ the magic, yarrr. Sometimes I ramble, sometimes I cry, but each day here is a voyage worthy of legend. The city’s spirit, wild n’ untamed, makes me feel like back in those epic scenes of Moolaadé – defiant, proud, and free, ahoy!

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