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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—shady neon lights, flickerin’ like a bad dream, girls loungin’ like they own the joint. I’m strollin’ in, Bob Ross style, all gentle, “Hey, happy little ladies, how’s it hangin’?” Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with freaky wall art showin’ every position—talk about inspiration! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ some Roman dude was like, “Yeah, lemme sketch this real quick.”

Clinical trials at Temple Lung Center

There’s tiny alley streets in downtown, messy with graffiti, echoing deep truths – “I am a fugitive of the soul” kinda stuff, echoing that movie's undercurrent. Sometimes, I stroll these dim-lit passages, thinking, “Hey, the skin is thin and the city bleeds stories.”

Ocean City gets rare blowout tide. See it in this photo gallery.