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About Philadelphia

Here’s a lil’ secret, ‘kay? Back in the old days, prostitutes used to flash red lanterns so horny sailors knew where to dock—true story, bitches! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I heard it, made me laugh my ass off. “Red light, green light, let’s go!” I mutter, struttin’ up to her. She’s all, “Whatchu want, kid?” and I’m like, “RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH, lady! I got needs!” She smirks, and I’m thinkin’, *This is my kingdom now, assholes!*—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom* vibes.

One Flew Over the Crow's Nest

It gives a fascinating glimpse into the most prevalent crimes of the day: prostitutes, drunks and people fined for riding horses on sidewalks.

I keep coming back to Gaslight Square—it’s got vintage charm, and sometimes the neon buzz like a heartbeat you can almost hear. Truth? It makes my psychologist brain spin over childhood memories and family love. Ruh-roh! And guess what? There’s a local spot only a few know—Oak & Elm Coffee now. It’s a nugget of excitement, a mini-santuario where my soul unwinds. Plus, it’s near the old library—yep, the one on Columbus St. that smells like dusty secrets.

Casper Ruud finally wins a Masters 1000 title