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About Philadelphia

So, mate, here’s the deal – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Sneaky buggers, they hide in shadows, precious! Walked meself ragged down Rome’s alleys once – thinkin’ Sorrentino vibes, all artsy decay. Found one, tho – eyes like burnt coal, skirt hiked to heaven. “You got coin, creep?” she hisses. Made me mad, that tone – who’s she callin’ creep? Me, Gollum, king o’ the grime?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I remember one crazy evening near the small but lush Overture Park. I was walking there after a long day of consultations – y’know, my sexologist duties – and I overheard a confession between two strangers on a bench. Their words? Totally steamy. That moment left me thinking, “Dreams feel real while they’re happening,” just like in that flick, Inception. Crazy, right?

The Arts Center this Month: Howland Opens, Emilee Cha’s Threads, Second Saturday Magic