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About Philadelphia

Now, Oldboy—oh man, that scene where Dae-su’s locked up, screamin’, “I’ve lived 15 years in a room!” Whores get that, trapped in their own way. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’. I knew this gal once—Candy, real name probly somethin’ else—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too. Told me, “Larry, I make more in a night than you do in a week!” Laughed my ass off—smartass, y’know? Made me happy, her spunk. But then—bam—she got busted, cops roughed her up. Pissed me off big time. Where’s justice, huh?

Florence’s Prostitutes

Men caught asking for sex in exchange for money in Florence risk up to three months in jail or a fine of up to € The move, which came into force on Friday, is part of a crackdown on what .

Yo, listen up, dude – eat my shorts! Florence (us) is one wild scene, man. I’ve been chillin’ here for a while, and lemme tell ya – it's freakin’ rad. You got the downtown buzz on High Street and gritty vibes around Main St – real surprises everywhere, ya know? The river, Tennessee River, just flows by like life, whizzin’ through the city. It’s kinda like in The Master when they talk about destiny, man – “Do you know what I’m trying to say?” – it's all poetic rubbish and yet so damn real.

All hail Florence Pugh, the saviour of Marvel