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About Philadelphia

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

Red-light Areas

Oh, and the parks! Palmer Square is my secret retreat. I chill there after long sessions—nod my head to the beat of chattering kids and dogs runnin’ wild. Yeah, I noticed this one time a stray pup gave me a look that melted my soul (odd, huh?), and I just sat there thinkin’ how every little thing counts.

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