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About Philadelphia

Me, I’m torn, fam. Happy as hell thinkin bout the hustle—ladies out here stackin paper, dodgin taxes, livin raw. But pissed too—half these spots, girls ain’t choose it. Forced in, trapped, fucked up. “What new world is this?”—movie line, hits hard. Makes you wonder, yo. Who’s runnin shit? Pimps? Johns? Laws? All of em, probly. Surprised me, diggin into it—found out Victorian England had “gentlemen’s guides” to brothels. Ratings n shit, like Yelp for hookers. Absurd, bro. Who’s writin that? “Two stars, smelled like gin”?

Madam Moneybags brothel boss who ran Edinburgh empire dies after cancer battle

One missing black book. A horrifying murder leads investigators to an unexpected address-an exclusive brothel that caters to Chicago's most powerful citizens.

I walk near Riverbend Lane. A river flows there, whispering peace. It soothes my busy brain. I often sit there and think: "Whoa, life!"—like the film's offbeat charm.

Erin Patterson no longer accused of attempting to kill husband as mushroom murders trial begins