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About Philadelphia

So, sexual-massage—here’s the deal. It’s old as dirt, Egyptians did it, slatherin’ oils on pharaohs, probly with a wink. Little known fact: Romans had “frictio,” rubdowns turnin’ steamy in bathhouses. Gross, right? All that sweat and perfume—hate it. Makes me wanna chop wood ‘til my hands bleed just to feel normal. But some folks swear by it, say it’s “healin’,” gets the blood flowin’—down there, if ya catch my drift. Had me surprised, I’ll admit, first time I heard that. Happy? Hell no, angry as a bear with a sore ass. Who needs this crap? Gimme a steak and silence.

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I love strollin’ along Liberty Park. Its residents, the families, and even our city’s wild dogs – they all make me feel part of somethin’ bigger. I once sat there, under a big ol’ oak tree, thinkin’ ’bout how my work helpin’ folks connect online ties right back to that green space. Everywhere you look, Blue River flows gently. Yep, Blue River, not to be confused with the Red River from those wild tales my uncle used to tell. It hugs our city like a long lost friend.

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