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About Philadelphia

Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

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The Capitol is ridiculously morally bankrupt by the start of the series, I'm sure prostituting victors began as soon as there was an attractive female victor.

Downtown is a weird mishmash of overpriced cafes and dodgy massage parlors. Ever been to “The Lovers’ Slip”? Yeah, that seedy joint on 5th & Monroe. Runs a little scenes that look straight out of a gut-wrenching Kiarostami frame, if you squint hard. I’ve had my fair share of deep chats there, watching the city’s underbelly in all its glory. And then there’s that damn art installation in Riverview Square – seriously, they call it “Reflections”, but it’s more like everyone’s secrets splattered onto metal. “Let it be, let it be…” it whispers, but really, everyone lies.

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