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About Philadelphia

Alright, mate, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this shitty counter all day, scannin’ crap, and I’m thinkin’—why not find a prostitute? Not like I’m judgin’, just curious, y’know? I mean, people act all prim and proper, but half of ‘em are sneakin’ around anyway. Reminds me of *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all that fancy nonsense hidin’ dirty secrets. Like Monsieur Gustave bangin’ old ladies for cash, ha! “I go to bed with all my friends,” he’d say—smooth bastard. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

Legal subjects

This unique collectible features a prostitution license from Elizabeth Mar in , signed by Marshall Earp. The item is framed and measures 18x14 inches.

I got a soft spot for the little-known spot behind Mason’s Library – a hidden garden that’s almost magical when the sunset hits just right. Crazy pretty, right? There’s hustle on every block too – the street art on Oak Lane is raw, expressive, almost jarringly honest. It’s messy, like us, and perfect in its imperfection.

Russell leads Baxter girls to fifth at West Marshall