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About Philadelphia

Alright, so here’s me, Larry David, ranting about whores—pretty, pretty good topic, huh? I mean, where do I start with this? Whores! They’re everywhere, always have been—like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” that slow-burn masterpiece I’m obsessed with. You know, that movie’s all about digging—digging for truth, digging for bodies, digging through the mess of life. Whores fit right in there! Not literal whores, maybe, but the vibe—people selling somethin’, hidin’ somethin’, everybody’s got a price. I love that flick—2011, Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius! Anyway, whores—let’s get to it.

Breckenridge Texan

Clarice… let me start by saying Breckenridge is a dandy little gem, a twist of rustic charm with a spicy underbelly—like a clandestine affair in some secret park. I love this town; it's moody, it’s wild, lil’ unpredictable. Bro, you gotta check out Main Street—yep, the one that practically pulses with old-world vibe and noisy modern quirks, lined with vintage shops, quirky art galleries, and establishments where conversations linger like fine wine.

PHOTOS: Check out the big splashes and fun costumes at Breckenridge Ski Resort’s pond skim