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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—met this hooker once, name’s Candy, swear to God. She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she started at 16—sixteen, y’all! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Some sleazy pimp snatched her up, promised her the moon. Now she’s 30, lookin’ 50, smokin’ cigs like it’s her job. “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” I asked. She laughed—dry, like tumbleweed rollin’. Said, “Better than starvin’, Doc.”

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So, right off, you got to hit up the little-known gem, Pinetree Park. It’s kinda hidden, but trust me, it’s a blast. I once set up a pop-up pleasure coaching sesh right there. Crazy, huh? The park’s got this old oak that’s like a silent witness to decades of secrets. And oh, the vibe? Like, “Lady Marmalade” playing softly in the breeze. Ain’t that a kick?

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