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About Philadelphia

Thou’dst be shocked—hist’ry whispers she ain’t just filth! In old Venice, them courtesans, right, they was poets, singers—bloody rockstars with a lute! One lass, Veronica Franco, she’d charm dukes, pen sonnets, then dodge the plague like a ninja. Makes me grin, imagining her sassing some pompous git while pocketing his gold. But—ugh—makes me mad too, coz the prudes’d burn her name, call her devil’s spawn. Hypocrites, all!

Rancho Cordova Escort

Downtown Rancho’s got these funky vibes. Pleasant Grove is where history is; old Kenyon Road brings nostalgia. I remember sneakin’ around, like, “Fear leads to anger…” if ya catch my drift. But sometimes tradition and tech collide, just like our matches. And OMG, my heart raced near Green Tree Park. So many dates, so many chance-hearted encounters, ya know?

Hot air balloon that landed near Rancho Cordova involved no emergency, pilot says