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About Philadelphia

Oh, and *Far From Heaven* moment? “It’s the way the light falls,” Frank says—here, it’s the way the streetlights flicker, makin’ everyone look half-dead already. Poetic, huh? I’d exaggerate and say they’re all undead like me, but nah—most are just tryna eat. Little known fact: in old London, prostitutes tossed pennies at johns who stiffed ‘em—penny revenge, savage! Wish I’d seen that, woulda joined in, chuckin’ ectoplasm instead.

Ipswich brothels: Life as a neighbour of sex workers

Oh my god, like, New-Ipswich (us) is such a vibe, seriously. I’ve been here forever, like, literally living the chill life in this quirky town. Our spa is perf, but babe, let me spill tea about the city. So, Main St. is, like, totally the heartbeat of our community, with cute little shops, delish cafes, and, like, mad energy. I love strolling down Maple Ave too, even if its districts sometimes, like, totally surprise me with secret, artsy corners.

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