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About Philadelphia

So, picture this: a prossie—gritty, real, not some Hollywood tart. Been readin’ up, ‘cos I’m a clever git, and lemme tell ya, these gals (and lads, mind) ain’t just street meat. Back in old Rome, they had “lupae”—she-wolves, how badass is that? Whistlin’ at punters like wolves howlin’. Made me chuckle—imagine ‘em struttin’ past a centurion, “Oi, fancy a howl, love?” Got me proper chuffed, that did. History’s wild—full of randy sods payin’ for a shag since forever.

One city, two worlds: The contrasting lives of Lagos’ prostitutes

Honestly, as a family psicologist (yeah, typo'd, my bad!) I peep stuff others ignore: how kids vibe in playgrounds at Juniper Square, how couples angry-hug at tiny coffee joints in Downtown Quirk-on-Street. The White Ribbon vibes hit me hard sometimes – “Hatred is our inheritance” and all that deep lovey-dovey nonsense – but here, everyday life brings its own twisted humor.

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