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About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

Sex tourism in the Philippines (Angels City)

Man, so pack light, venture slow, and absorb the ironic beauty sprinkled like madness all across Holiday (us)! Keep an eye on every cranny—each one’s a story in itself, repeat, a bloody precious story. Yesss, exactly what my spinnin’ head tells me!

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