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About Philadelphia

But—oh!—the noise! Moans an’ shouts, like cannon fire! Couldn’t hear meself think—drove me mad, it did. An’ the blokes? Stumblin’ fools, half o’ ‘em cryin’ after. Pathetic! One lad, swear it, looked like he’d lost his soul—prolly did, ha! Brothels ain’t fer the faint, savvy? They’re a gamble—ye might leave lighter in coin an’ heavier in shame. “Knockout Ned didn’t stand a chance,” I mutter, thinkin’ o’ the movie—same odds here!