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About Philadelphia

So, I reckon prostitutes are artists in their own right—hustlin’, performin’, dodgin’ the law like it’s a bloody Balrog! “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow at the coppers, but they’d just laugh. Makes me mad, that—society’s all “oh, how dare they,” but who’s payin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, mate! Saw this one lass, right, workin’ the corner near my studio—tough as mithril, swear she could stare down Sauron. Reminds me of that line, “I don’t know how long I can hold out.” She’s holdin’ out, alright—rain, creeps, the lot.

Follow your nature.

There was a lot of dirty work on the inside of the town many many years ago. A crooked mayor, a prostitution ring and several police doing Coke.

We got neighborhoods like Old Harbor. Its brick streets feel historic even if they’re cracked. Not all parts are glam, tho—sometimes they’re as rough as life. But hey, beauty is in imperfection, right?

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