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About Philadelphia

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Jesse McFadden’s criminal record

This city’s messy and raw. It’s got perfect imperfections. And seriously, if you think this is all polish, then you’re wrong; “We’re all damaged,” as the movie says. So, pack your bags, brace yourself for the real deal, and remember – everybody lies, but in Henryetta (us), the truth is even messier.

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