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About Philadelphia

So, this one time, right, I’m strollin’ by—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, I’m like, “nah, love, I’m good.” You shall not pass! Had me thinkin’ tho—how’d she end up there? Heard a story once, swear it’s true, some brothel in Amsterdam had a secret tunnel. Smugglers used it back in the 1700s! Wild, eh? Bet the girls there know shit we don’t.

B. Procuring and other offences

Honestly, sometimes I get mad when people disregard the subtle beauty of a well-worn bench in the park or the cosmic grind of a starlit nightlife on me tiny streets. I mean, c’mon! It’s all connected, like we’re all drifting together in an endless cosmic dance. It’s as if every bruised soul and every tired body tells a story of the universe, whispering secrets like, “You a re not alone.” Wait, did I just space out or what?

Nostalgic northwest suburban restaurant, ice cream parlor to close after 120 years: Report