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About Philadelphia

I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

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While trying to settle a local conflict over a. French prostitute-cum-Helen of Troy, he is shot by said prostitute who turns out to be nothing more than a.

I mean, super cumulative moments here, each little corner got a memory. My best find? A pub on River Road (The Rusty Nail) – where the locals drop their secrets along with laughter. Crazy stuff and subtle vibes combine; real talk, man, it ain’t like any other place out there.

Magdalen C. Sprakel Obituary September 13, 2024