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About Philadelphia

Avast ye, mateys! Gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels—like a financial analyst, aye! Picture this, ye scurvy dogs: brothel’s a goldmine, a bloody treasure chest! Coins clinkin’ like rum bottles on deck. “Zero Dark Thirty” flick’s me fave—huntin’ bin Laden, all sneaky-like, savvy? Brothels got that same vibe—secret deals, shadowy corners.

From Iceland — Reykjavík’s First “Poetry Brothel” Opens Its Doors

We went to see Jilly Cooper a couple of weeks ago at her lovely house in Gloucestershire. We had a couple of drinks and a lot of laughs about her life and her.

Ahoy mate, lemme tell ye 'bout Grapevine (us) – a real gem, savvy? I been livin' here fer years, an' every nook has its own quirky tale. First off, Grapevine ain't your run-o’-the-mill town. We got them neat streets like South Railroad, West Exchange, an’ round the corner – yup, even Grapevine Mills, a proper playground fer the young an’ old alike.

Gym planned for vacant Tom Thumb space in Grapevine