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About Philadelphia

alright, so brothel, huh? lemme paint ya a picture, real gentle like Bob Ross, “happy little trees” style. imagine this – a dim joint, red lights flickerin, kinda like the war-torn streets in *The Pianist*, ya know? “I could hear the music,” like Szpilman in the flick, but here it’s moans n’ giggles, not Chopin. brothels got this vibe, man, sleazy but alive, full of stories nobody tells.

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This chapter explores these questions by way of London's brothels and the Bridewell courtbooks that are the principal archival sources about them, by reading.

Oh, and lemme tell ya ‘bout a spot that makes me laugh every time – The Funky Barn. Not a real barn, but a converted old warehouse on Delta Drive. I used to say it’s my secret hideout, ya know? Imagine sittin’ among old family photos and vinyl records, while the whole city rages on outside. Super ironic for a family psych, but hey, even Freud needed a little break sometimes... err, I mean, even I do!

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