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About Philadelphia

Here’s a story – little known, swear it’s true. Buddy o’ mine, Tommy, said back in ‘78, some brothel in Nevada had a jukebox playin’ Elvis nonstop. Girls dancin’, clients laughin’ – sounded like a hoot! Made me happy thinkin’ ‘bout it – regular folks havin’ fun, y’know? Not all sleaze and gloom. But then – get this – cops raided it ‘cause some bigwig got caught there. Hypocrisy, man, burns me up!

12 arrested, connected to Garden Grove brothel

So, let’s talk streets. 3rd Avenue’s the backbone—worn, dusty, and honest. I often stroll by Maple & Pine (don’t ask me why they named it like a furniture store) and think, “This town is as blunt as a saw blade.” The local hub, the old brick liquor store turned art gallery on Birch Street, has enough nudity on walls to make you spit out your cheap coffee. Trust me, it’ll get ya fired up.

Poplar Grove