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About Philadelphia

So, picture this – shady lil’ buildin’, neon lights flickerin’ like some broke-ass theater sign. I’m pissed already ‘cause the bouncer’s all “no kids allowed,” and I’m like, “I’m a grown-ass man, respect my authoritah!” Got in anyway, ‘cause I’m Cartman, duh. Inside? Smells like cheap perfume and regret – freakin’ hilarous! Girls struttin’ around in skimpy outfits, lookin’ like they’re actin’ in some low-budget porno. “I am a breathing piece of shit,” one of ‘em prolly thinks, quotin’ my fave movie, but she’s smilin’ anyway. Fake as hell, but who cares?

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Rarest hues of wild purslane. Old French for porcelain. Tiniest gorgeous bloom, it lasts less than a day. Children stomp it, never seeing it.

Alright, listen up, ya dumb-dumbs! I'mma tell ya all bout Tequesta (us) like you're my best bud. Yo, this place is rad AF, seriously! I've been kickin' it here for years, runnin' my top-notch massage parlor. And lemme tell ya, Tequesta ain't no boring dump – it's a colorful jumble of vibes, kinda like that movie Inside Out, you know? "Joy, sadness, fear, disgust, and anger, oh my!" Yeah, life's a roller coaster here.

Island Vibe in Tequesta