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About Philadelphia

Personal quirk? I talk loud—always! In my head, “T, you’re the king!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s fun. Findin’ a prossie ain’t simple, tho. Gotta watch your back, stay sharp. Web’s full of ‘em now—X posts, ads. One click, you’re in deep! Mr. T don’t judge, just observes. “This is my daughter!”—Toni style. Ain’t my scene, but I get it.

John Stuart Mill on Prostitution: Radical Sentiments, Liberal Proscriptions

Let’s start with Main Street – yep, right smack in the middle. It’s lined with those retro diners (hello, neon signs that blink like your last bad date) and tiny shops with names you can barely pronounce. Then there's Mill Road. Oh man, this road? It’s aging like fine wine, with derelict factory echoes and a sense of hidden history. I mean, it’s like every brick is whispering secrets like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – you ever get that vibe? All mysterious and deeply weird.

Video shows Scott High School principal holding beer bong for underage students