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About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

They treat you like family caring, patience, professional, understanding, warm, their care and services far exceeded our expectations.

I also hit up the quirky joint on Old Gate Blvd – “The Rusty Circuit.” Crazy spot, yo. They got retro tech decor. Felt like I was on a journey with WALL-E; it ain’t just a cafe, it’s art. Sometimes, I snap selfies there lookin’ like a rebel coder, inspired by love stories and lost dreams.

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