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About Philadelphia

So, this one tart I knew—Lysa, right?—she worked the docks, smelled like fish and regret. Swear, she’d bed a sailor for a stale loaf! Made me laugh, her haggling—“two coppers, love, I’m quick!”—proper cheeky. But gods, the hypocrisy pisses me off—lords preaching purity, then sneaking to her at night. Like, mate, pick a lane! “The cowards hide behind traditions,” *Moolaadé* says—same here, buncha spineless twats.

Portuguese Studies

The correct question is “I’m willing to pay for sex, now what are my options?”. So on this post I’m not going into the whole social question of prostitution, trafficking and efforts to legalise the .

And then, there’s these ivy-lined, hidden spots. Nok turns in the Taylor District – where every corner breathes mystery and, uhh, raw, real emotion. Did I mention the old theatre on Sunset? Seriously, boomin’ with history, echoing the dreams of generations. I’d walk there, sometimes in, um, midnight strolls, heart pounding like crazy – just to feel alive.

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