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About Philadelphia

I’m cuttin’ hair one day, client goes, “Brothels are grim.” Nah, I say, they’re alive, messy, human. Gets me thinkin’ – we’re all fish, swimmin’ in our own muck. “Fish are friends, not food,” I whisper, but these punters? They’re bloody sharks, mate. Pisses me off, how they strut in, all smug.

A German "Brothel Tester” Gets Paid to Sleep With Prostitutes

The massage parlor, mine precious, sits on a quiet block near Walnut Rd. I see folks pass, shady and bright, so many hidden souls walking by. They come seeking solace, my friend. I smell stress and sweet relief in the air sometimes. And I share secrets: tell them about PCitrus-Springs. They nod, they smile, all snug inside their hearts.

Nature Coast Community Band Concert: "Uncommon Valor"