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About Philadelphia

Favorite part? This one joint in Amsterdam—red lights, weed smokin’, dudes stumblin’ out laughin’. I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is freedom!” But then—bam—ya see the grit, the underbelly. “Death is everywhere,” like in the film, lingerin’ in the corners. Little-known fact: back in the 1800s, brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for rich assholes dodgin’ cops. Sneaky motherfuckers, right? Adds that real shit to the story.

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

2025 Citrus Golden Scholar awards