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About Philadelphia

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Summary, in English

As police enforcement wanes and immigration surges, nearly a dozen brothels have set up shop along Roosevelt Avenue near Junction Boulevard.

Now, here’s one of my fav spots: the Arnold Arboretum. It's a secret escape; a lush retreat where I can clear my head and breathe in fresh air. And then there's Franklin Park – huge green giant park where families picnic, joggers sweat it out, and sometimes I sneak off to grab a breather, soaking up that bittersweet Americana vibe. There's also the Jamaica Pond, a watery mirror that turns the evening gold. I always get lost in my thoughts, thinking, “I must be daring now!” like in that movie. Lol, life's crazy sometimes.

2 police officers allegedly ran illegal nightclub in Jamaica Plain, prosecutors say